Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 27, 2025
"William Lee, Nancy Lee, James Whittaker, and I forget the others," recited Jane, like an obedient parrot. "And it will be splendid to have James Whittaker, for he really came to Albion," said Mary. "Perhaps he stood on this very spot more than once," mused Abby.
"The Marchese Lorenzoni is going to Monte Carlo, and he will join the Marchesa and Miss Whittaker in Cairo later in the season." "Prince Tor di Rocca is going to Egypt for Christmas." It was easy to read between the lines. Florence, in the great days of the Renaissance, bore many men whom now she delights to honour, and Ugo Manelli was one of these.
So far as he could gather from the tones, for the words were inaudible, they were spoken in English. And thus he fell asleep. During the next few days Whittaker made good progress, and fully enjoyed the quiet prescribed to him by the doctors. The one event of the day was Miss Cheyne's visit, to which he soon learnt to look forward.
Afterward they went into serious consultation as to ways and means, calling Happy Jack back so that he might understand thoroughly what must be done. For the Happy Family was nothing if not thorough, and their partisanship that had been growing insensibly stronger through the years was roused as it had not been since Dunk Whittaker drove sheep in upon the Flying U.
When we came out and were walking home again, he observed: "That Whittaker is an interesting chap, isn't he?" "Yes," I said. "He is all right. Been everywhere and seen everything." "And that," with an odd significance in his tone, "may possibly help to make him interesting, don't you think?" "I suppose so. He lives here in Bayport now, though." "So I gathered. Popular, is he?" "Very."
There was Superintendent Whittaker in his best Sunday clothes, which mitigated very little the cruel and nervous demeanor which no one who has come under his control will ever forget. His thugs were there, also dressed in their best clothes, which only exaggerated their coarse features and their shifty eyes. Mrs. Herndon, the thin-lipped matron, was there, looking nervous
Miss Cheyne was kind and quick to divine his wants or thoughts; but her visits did not grow longer day by day as, day by day, Whittaker wished they would. Daily, moreover, the visitor arrived on horseback, and the murmured conversation in the verandah duly followed.
Whittaker developed into a wonderful shop manager for his day, and, from the first, stayed at home building rifles and making improvements, enlarging the plant, getting out the goods. The drygoods merchant scurried about the country, going to Washington and to the capitals of the individual states, pulling wires, appealing to patriotism and state pride, taking big orders at fat prices.
Joe Chambers had said the night before that he intended to drop down to the edge of the sands and there anchor, and to make across them past the Whittaker Beacon into the channel as soon as there was sufficient water to enable him to do so.
The publishers who had undertaken the task, Messrs. Whittaker and Co. of Ave Maria Lane, informed him that, before sending any remuneration for the book, they must see how it would sell; clearly hinting that, if not successful, there would be no payment. Thus the poor poet was again baffled in his endeavours to extricate himself from his dire misery by the want of a few pounds.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking