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"Yes; and the family has occupied it for several years. I should not like to dislodge them." "Do you know any other small house my cousin could rent?" Squire Leech reflected. "The fact is," he said, after a pause, "there has not been much building going on in Wrayburn for several years, and it is hard to find a vacant house." "I am sorry for that. I am afraid it may interfere with Brown's coming."
Wrayburn, a friend of Lizzie's, who fell to talking playfully with Jenny Wren. "I think of setting up a doll, Miss Jenny," he said. "You had better not," replied the dressmaker. "Why not?" "You are sure to break it. All you children do." "But that makes good for trade, you know, Miss Wren," he returned.
You know that." "I know he is innocent. Why did they find him guilty?" "I had no evidence," explained Jim simply. "Dad Wrayburn swore I shot twice at Webb just before I disappeared in the brush. Then a shot came out of the chaparral. It's not reasonable to suppose some one else fired it, especially when the bullet was one that fitted a forty-four." "But you didn't fire it.
And I have been lingering about, added Eugene, 'like a bailiff; or, with a look at Riah, 'an old clothesman. The Jew lifted up his eyes, and took in Eugene once more, at another glance. 'Mr Wrayburn, pray, pray, leave me with this protector. And one thing more. Pray, pray be careful of yourself. 'Mysteries of Udolpho! said Eugene, with a look of wonder.
A spasmodic shudder shook the heavy body and it began to sink. Wrayburn ran to help. He was in time to catch his friend as he fell, but before he could lower the inert weight to the ground the life of Homer Webb had flickered out. Prince and his posse were camped in a little park near the headquarters of Saco de Oro Creek when a trapper brought word to Billie of the death of Webb.
"I'll ride the first good bronc I get my knees clamped to, Joe." "As regards that, you'll get my answer like shot off'n a shovel. None of the Flyin' V Y remuda is goin'." Wrayburn cantered around the point of the herd to the swing, from the swing back to the drag, and then forward to the left point. In the circuit he had stopped to sound out each rider.
Wrayburn, whom we find calling upon Miss Wren one evening: "And so, Miss Jenny," he said, "I cannot persuade you to dress me a doll?" "No," replied Miss Wren snappishly; "If you want one, go and buy it at the shop." "And my charming young goddaughter," said Mr. Wrayburn plaintively, "down in Hertfordshire "
Where from?" asked the widow, with curiosity, for she held very little intercourse with the world outside of Wrayburn. "It's postmarked Randolph, as well as I can make out. While you are reading it, I'll run and leave my letters, and be back to hear the news." In a hurry to do all his errands and get back, Herbert ran all the way.
What harm do you know of Mr Lightwood? 'None, my love. 'What has he ever done to you, John? 'He has never done anything to me, my dear. I know no more against him than I know against Mr Wrayburn; he has never done anything to me; neither has Mr Wrayburn. And yet I have exactly the same objection to both of them.
You are right, Schoolmaster. It was not the dullest part of this goad in its galling of Bradley Headstone, that he had made it himself in a moment of incautious anger. He tried to set his lips so as to prevent their quivering, but they quivered fast. 'Mr Eugene Wrayburn, said the boy, 'I want a word with you.
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