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Updated: June 1, 2025
"Trust me fully, Jennie, I will try to be all that you think me." Phillip Lawson's earnest tones went straight to the girl's heart, and tremulously she continued: "Mr. Lawson, you have not been a frequent visitor at my Uncle Verne's without seeing much to condemn in my worldly aunt. I know it is wrong to judge, but I cannot help it. I cannot help judging the motive of Aunt Verne indeed I cannot."
As the curtain fell on this act the spectators turned their backs to the footlights, and Lenaieff, indicating Zibeline to his friend, said in his slightly Slavonic accent: "Who is that pretty woman, my dear Henri?" "One of Jules Verne's personages, a product of the land of furs." "Do you know her?" "Not at all. I have a prejudice against girls that are too rich. Why do you ask?"
But the time will come when they'll be found out, for they'll not stop at that," and in clear distinct tones Mr. Verne repeated the following lines: "Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all." Mrs. Montgomery was not satisfied with Mr. Verne's evasiveness.
Steelman sat down, removed his specs and scientific expression, placed the glasses carefully on a ledge close at hand, took a book from his bag, and commenced to read. The volume was a cheap copy of Jules Verne's Journey to the Centre of the Earth. A little later there was a knock at the door.
During my life in Pamplona, my brother Ricardo imparted his enthusiasm for two stories to me. These were Robinson Crusoe and Jules Verne's The Mysterious Island, or rather, I should say they were The Mysterious Island and Robinson Crusoe, because we preferred Jules Verne's tale greatly to Defoe's.
Verne's hands instead of mine it would have been better for all parties; but what's the use of talking." Phillip looked sad and careworn, aye, ten years older than on the previous night, and had Mrs. Montgomery looked in upon him then she would surely have been more perplexed than ever.
As she pens the lines she fervently prays that Montague Arnold may take warning from his friend's sad fate and that Evelyn may feel more interested in her husband and give less concern to the fogies and recklessness of fashionable society. Mr. Verne's condition now appeared more favorable.
As the curtain fell on this act the spectators turned their backs to the footlights, and Lenaieff, indicating Zibeline to his friend, said in his slightly Slavonic accent: "Who is that pretty woman, my dear Henri?" "One of Jules Verne's personages, a product of the land of furs." "Do you know her?" "Not at all. I have a prejudice against girls that are too rich. Why do you ask?"
I may never rise from off this bed, but I solemnly swear that Hubert Tracy will never place a marriage ring upon Marguerite Verne's finger never " Mr. Verne now grasped Phillip Lawson's hand and held it there, while the latter became suddenly inspired with bright hope. "This has been too much for you, Mr. Verne," said the young man, soothingly.
What a depth of meaning lay in the purely oval face so beautifully defined in every lineament. What nature could withstand Marguerite Verne's entreaties? "My dear, I am thinking just as much about home as you are, but I keep it to myself. It is impossible for us to go for another month, and you know we have promised Sir Arthur to make a visit at his country seat a beautiful spot I am told."
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