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I think there was a little scheme in that, too, for Morty and I hadn't spoken for three months, and it was all off between us. There was a time when I thought there was only one thing in the world, and that was Morty Truslow but that was over for good, with nothing left of it but a great big ache. I can never be grateful enough to Mrs.
Lloyd even heard Miss Truslow remark: "Yes, that's very true, but if it isn't sized it will wrinkle in damp weather." Rownie came to Lloyd's door and knocked, and, without waiting for a reply, said: "Dinneh's served, Miss Searight," and Lloyd heard her make the same announcement at Miss Bergyn's room farther down the hall. One by one Lloyd heard the others go downstairs.
He seized upon the fattest of the expensive books supplied to him by the State, opened it with emphasis and began not to read it, with abysmal abstraction, tinglingly alert to the circumstance that Truslow was holding a low-toned but lively conversation with the unknown.
Though small, her new nurse-maid would evidently prove a support and a treasure; the only thing to be questioned now was would she stay? Truslow Manor, where the curate and his wife lived, and Biddy had come to take care of the baby, had belonged in days gone by to the ancient family of Truslow.
And for the moment he was wondering if, after all, he had done wisely in not goring the Great Bear to actual financial death. He had made him pay one hundred thousand dollars. Truslow was good for this amount. Would it not have been better to have put a prohibitive figure on the grain and forced the Bear into bankruptcy?
There were no Truslows in Wavebury now, but traces of them were still left there, for in the church there was not only an antiquely carved pew called the "Truslow Pew," but also a tablet in the chancel bearing the date 1593, which set forth the virtues of a certain John Truslow in the following terms: "The body of John Truslow here doth rest, Who, dying, did his soule to Heaven bequest.
It seemed too horribly mean to rob him of his afternoon besides, when you've been awfully in love with a man and his face "Mr. Truslow," I said, speaking loud, so as not to be drowned by the engine, "if you promise on your honor not to speak a single word to me you can come, too!" I had to say it twice before he understood, and then, didn't he bound in!
"I don't understand why why you say that," he faltered. "It sounds kind of surprising to me " "Listen," she said. "Perhaps Mr. Truslow told you that I am studying such things. I do not want to be an idle woman; I want to be of use to the world, even if it must be only in small ways." "I think that is a noble ambition!" he exclaimed. "I think all good women ought " "Wait," she interrupted gently.
His glance, however, sweeping across Truslow's shoulder toward the face, suddenly encountered another pair of eyes beyond, so intently fixed upon himself that he started. The clash was like two search-lights meeting and the glorious brown eyes that shot into Alonzo's were not the eyes of Truslow.
Say, look here, that car went right around the city on the Belt, and came back to D again, and the same wheat in her all the time. The grain was reinspected it was raw, I tell you and the warehouse receipts made out just as though the stuff had come in from Kansas or Iowa." "The same wheat all the time!" interrupted Hornung. "The same wheat your wheat, that you sold to Truslow."
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