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Had not Miss Weyland, the last time he had seen her namely, one evening about two months before, expressly invited him to come and witness the Reunion parade from her piazza? "You will see," said Nicolovius, in his purring voice, "a lot of shabby old men, outside and in, who never did an honest day's work in their lives."
After somewhat too obvious a consideration, Queed consented. Sharlee thanked him. "I'll put my address down on the back of that paper, shall I? And I think I'll put my name, too, for I don't believe you have the faintest idea what it is." "Oh, yes. The name is Miss Charlie Weyland. It appears that you were named after a boy?" "Oh, it's only a silly nickname. Here's your little directory back.
That left his father's son staring at a debt of $450,000, due and payable now. It was of course, utterly hopeless. The interest on that sum alone was $18,000 a year, and he could not earn $5000 a year to save his immortal soul. So the son knew that, however desperately he might strive, he would go to his grave more deeply in debt to Sharlee Weyland than he stood at this moment.
This is a large island, covered with wood, with plenty of fresh water, possessing a secure anchorage on the northern side, and is admirably adapted for a whaling station. "Waldegrave's Island, close to the main land, has good anchorage on the northern side, secure from south-east and south-west winds. "The shore, from Waldegrave's Island to Point Weyland is low and sandy.
People didn't do that after forty years; here was Fifi only dead a year, and he never saw anybody crying for her. No, they were weeping over an idea; it was sentiment, and a vague, misty, unreasonable sentiment at that. And yet he could not say that Miss Weyland appeared simply foolish with those tears in her eyes.
To Miss Avery, it made not the slightest difference whether the gifted and charming editor of the Post sold out his principles for a price every morning in the month. At his pleasure he might fracture all of the decalogue that was refinedly fracturable, and so long as he rescued his social position intact from the ruin, he was her man just the same. But she had an instinct, surer than reasoned wisdom, that Sharlee Weyland viewed these matters differently. Therefore she had sent West to make his little confession, face to face. And therefore West, after an hour of delightful tête-
Therefore, when they turned homeward in the soft dusk, her man having been brought to exactly the right frame of mind, she struck with her most languorous voice. "How is that dear little Charlotte Weyland? It seems to me I haven't seen her for a year, though it was positively only last week." "Oh! She seemed very well when I saw her last." So Mr. West, of the lady he was going to marry.
Both in its approximation to the Hasan of Bassorah type and in its attributing the separation of husband and wife to fate, this tale agrees remarkably with the Lay of Weyland Smith, where we are told: "From the south through Mirkwood, to fulfil their fates, the young fairy maidens flew. The southern ladies alighted to rest on the sea-strand, and fell to spinning their goodly linen.
The prospect drew him while it even more strongly repelled. For a week he had hesitated, unable to convince himself that he was justified in telling Miss Weyland at once the whole truth about himself, his father, and her money. There was much on the side of delay.
West was so fortunate as to secure the hand of Miss Weyland for the figure, he having taken the precaution to ask that privilege when he greeted her some minutes since. Couple behind couple they formed, the length of the great room, and swung away on a brilliant march. "It's going to be a delicious German can't you tell by the feel?" began Sharlee, doing the march with a deux-temps step.
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