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He doesn't even know when she's there; but by the time she's done with him he's unnaturally good. He can't like that, can he?" "Then there's Ian, good old boy!" "That's humbug. You know it is." "But it's Milly herself I really care about," cried Tims. "You've been a pig to her, Mil.
She had twisted up her hair and was putting on the blue frock, when she heard a step on the stairs, and paused with beating heart. Who was coming? How would the mystery be resolved? The door opened and Tims came in the old Tims, wrinkled face, wig, and old straw hat on one side as usual. "Tims!" cried Milly, flying towards her and speaking with pale lips. "Please, please tell me what has happened?
Ian, whose holidays were usually at the inevitable periods, was by some extraordinary collapse of that bloated thing, the Academic conscience, going away for a fortnight in June. He had been deputed to attend a centenary celebration at some German University, and a conference of savants to be held immediately after it, presented irresistible attractions. One Sunday Tims and Mr.
A curious feature of the Nationalist character is the profound contempt expressed for Nationalist M.P.'s. Englishmen are accustomed to speak of their own members, representing their own opinions, with respect. Not so in Dublin. A rabid Nationalist said to me, "I am an Irishman to the backbone. I am a Home Ruler out-and-out. But do you think I'd trust my property with either of the two Tims?
Tims smiled sardonically; but regaining her sense of the situation, out of which she had been momentarily shocked, applied herself to the problem of calling back poor Milly's wandering mind. "Sit down, my girl," she said, abruptly, putting her arm around Milly's body, so soft and slender in the scanty folds of the blue dressing-gown. Milly obeyed precipitately.
Upon my word, Mil, I've half a mind to fetch old M. back to sympathize with me, for although you've said a peck of nice things, I don't believe you understand what I'm feeling the way the old girl would." Mildred went a little pale and spoke quickly. "You won't do that really, Tims? You won't be so cruel to to every one?" "I don't know.
Altogether there were about twenty people present. When Hellgum and Anna Lisa had gone round and shaken hands with every one, Tims Halvor said: "We who are assembled here have been thinking over the things Hellgum has said to us during the summer. Most of us belong to an old family whose wish it has ever been to walk in the ways of God. If Hellgum can help us do this, we are ready to follow him."
I suppose you have suffered from loss of memory again and it's upset your nerves. Why will people have nerves? I should advise you to go to Norton-Smith at once." Milly's tears were flowing again but she managed to reply: "I've been to Dr. Norton-Smith, Aunt Beatrice. He doesn't seem to understand." "He doesn't want to," interjected Tims, scornfully.
"My father's name was Daniel Tims, and my mother's name was Ann Tims. My mother was born in Lexington, Kentucky. Ma's been dead years and years ago, and my father is gone too. My mother's name before she married was ; she she told it to us all right but I just never can think of it. "I don't know the name of my mother's master. But my father's master was named Blount Steward.
"A bit stupid of you not to guess it, don't you know, old girl. We've been courting long enough." Mildred hastened to congratulate the strange bride and wish her happiness, with all that unusual grace which she knew how to employ in adorning the usual. "I thought I should like you to be the first to know," said Tims, sentimentally, after a while; "because I was your bridesmaid, you see.
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