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Now, Bertha Cross there's the kind of girl who does work and gets paid for it. In her modest line, Bertha is a real artist. I do wish you knew her, Warburton." "So you have said a good many times," remarked Will. "But I don't see how it would help you. I know Miss Elvan, and " He paused, as if musing on a thought. "And what?" asked Franks impatiently.
Scarcely changed in form, the western clouds had shed their splendour, and were now so coldly pale that one would have imagined them stricken with moonlight; but no moon had risen, only in a clear space of yet blue sky glistened the evening star. "I must go in," said Rosamund abruptly, as though starting from a dream. She was gone, and Warburton stood biting his lips. Had he shaken hands with her?
'His language is barbarous, unscriptural, and unintelligible. 'It is most sublime nonsense, inimitable bombast, fustian not to be paralleled. Bishop Warburton also refers to him in the most unqualified terms of contempt. William Blake, most mystical of poets and painters, delighted, as might well be expected, in Behmen's writings.
Madame Merle returned from Naples and said to her with a strange smile: "What on earth did you do with Lord Warburton?" As if it were any business of hers! One day, toward the end of February, Ralph Touchett made up his mind to return to England.
Abernethy, the great surgeon, formerly lived in this street, and Addington, Viscount Sidmouth, was born here; Bishop Warburton, the learned theologian and writer of the eighteenth century, and Elizabeth, daughter of Oliver Cromwell, are also said to have been among the residents. Ralph, the author of "Publick Buildings," admired it prodigiously, naming it one of the finest streets in London.
If we were having a houseful it would be fierce, but with only ourselves and the Chesters and the minister's family and Red's people I'll go telephone Mr. Harding now." As Martha freed herself from the silencing hand the front door opened again. This time it was Mrs. Richard Warburton Burns's young sister Anne also in somewhat informal attire, over which she had thrown an evening coat.
The child delivered the message in the best way he knew how, but some how or other it offended the ear of Mrs. , who had begun to be tired of what she was pleased to call the importunities of Mrs. Warburton; though, in fact, she had never before even hinted that she was in want of anything. The truth was, Sarah, the housekeeper, had heard something from somebody, about Mrs.
Warburton had not been in the city of Washington within twelve years. In the past his furloughs had been spent at his brother's country home in Larchmont, out of New York City. Thus, when he left the train at the Baltimore and Potomac station, he hadn't the slightest idea where Scott Circle was. He looked around in vain for the smart cab of the northern metropolis.
Will had much ado not to laugh. On his return from a holiday, Mrs. Hopper always presumed him to be despondent in view of the resumption of daily work. He was beginning to talk of Mrs. Allchin's troubles, when at the outer door sounded a long nervous knock. "Ha! That's Mr. Franks." Mrs. Hopper ran to admit the visitor. "Warburton!" cried a high-pitched voice from the passage.
Standing his ground, with muscles tense, Warburton glanced at the young lady's face, and could not doubt that this was Rosamund's sister; the features were much less notable than Rosamund's, but their gentle prettiness made claim of kindred with her. Forthwith he doffed his hat, and advanced respectfully. "I think I am speaking to Miss Elvan?"
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