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A conundrum of Mr. Weston's shall clear him and his next neighbour. Come, sir, pray let me hear it." "I doubt its being very clever myself," said Mr. Weston. "It is too much a matter of fact, but here it is. What two letters of the alphabet are there, that express perfection?" "What two letters! express perfection! I am sure I do not know." "Ah! you will never guess. I will tell you.
"Wicked, yes, hated and feared, yet my brother, and I loved him and my other brother, Manton, with a love that was greater than woman's love, and I revere their memory now. "Whatever they were, whatever the crimes that led to their losing their lives, I must avenge them, and I will, for Wallace Weston's hand it was that did the deed.
She was told that now he wrote with the greatest confidence of being often with them, almost as often as he could even wish. Emma saw how Mr. Weston understood these joyous prospects. He was considering her as the source of all the happiness they offered. She hoped it was not so. Two months must bring it to the proof. Mr. Weston's own happiness was indisputable. He was quite delighted.
Instead she began to talk of the new bed-rest which had just been provided for Weston, and on which the patient professed herself wonderfully comfortable. "It's better than the one we had at Meran for papa." Her voice dropped. She sat at the foot of Weston's bed looking absently into some scene of the past. "Nothing ever gave him ease your poor Papa!" said Weston, pitifully. "He did suffer!
And all the while that he was on the Greenleaf job in Pullmans, sitting in hotel lobbies writing letters, looking through title and probate records his own affairs raced and raged in his thoughts; they were summed up in one word: "Edith." He could not get away from Edith! His chuckle made one of the Greenleaf heirs think that Weston's representative was a good sort; "pleasant fellow!"
Henry Houghton looked at the fire end of his cigar with frowning intentness and said yes, he supposed so. "Weston's a very square fellow," said Henry Houghton. "If you are going to talk 'offers," said Edith, "do you want me to clear out?" "It isn't business," Maurice said, quietly; "it's my ... little son. No; don't clear out, Edith. I'd rather talk to your mother and Uncle Henry before you."
Her father never went beyond the shrubbery, where two divisions of the ground sufficed him for his long walk, or his short, as the year varied; and since Mrs. Weston's marriage her exercise had been too much confined.
Weston, who called upon me for the purpose on April 15, the following unspeakable document, apparently without a suspicion that it pricked the bubble of his previous iridescent pledge to "ask no mercy": Dr. Abbot's article must be in Mr. Weston's hands in MS. by June 1, for issue in the July No., if possible. This article must not exceed, in actual number of words, Prof. Royce's last rejoinder.
The love-epidemic started in the steerage, where a Dutch boy en route to Java developed a burning attachment for a young stewardess, and it extended to the bridge, where Captain Boynton frequently consigned his duties to the first officer in order to devote his energies to holding Mrs. Weston's worsted.
"I'll hang on for another half-hour, and then I'm going prospecting on my own account. We've got to strike water." That, at least, was evident. They were parched with thirst and it was very hot. No breath of air seemed to enter that dense thicket, and a cloud of tormenting flies hung about them. Weston's head was throbbing with the heat, and his sight seemed dazed.
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