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Through the ensuing dialogue, those two, no matter who spoke, or whom was addressed, looked at each other. There was some secret, sure perception between them, which set them against one another in all ways. 'In some high respects, Mr Eugene Wrayburn, said Bradley, answering him with pale and quivering lips, 'the natural feelings of my pupils are stronger than my teaching.
'Don't you have it of that chap that took hold of me by the chin! Don't you have it of that Wrayburn one! Perhaps a slight additional tinge of red flushed up into her face and brow, as with a nod she laid a hand upon his lips to keep him silently attentive. 'And above all things mind this, Charley! Be sure you always speak well of father. Be sure you always give father his full due.
"I am going to the Italian Opera to try on," said Miss Wren, taking away her hand, and laughing satirically to hide that she had been crying. "But let me first tell you, Mr. Wrayburn, once for all, that it's no use your paying visits to me. You wouldn't get what you want of me, no, not if you brought pincers with you to tear it out."
He was about to leave the office, when the postmaster called after him: "Wait a minute, Herbert; I believe there's a letter for your mother." Herbert returned, and received a letter bearing the following superscription: "Mrs. Almira Carter, Wrayburn, New York." "I hope it isn't bad news," said the postmaster. "I see it's edged with black."
Prince had Dumont returned to his cell and took up the new business of Roush and his story. The sheriff knew he would be blamed for the escape of Clanton and he thought it wise to have the whole matter opened up before witnesses. Wallace Snaith and Dad Wrayburn both happened to be in town and Billie sent the boss mule-skinner to bring them. To these men he turned over the examination of Roush.
He looked straight at Yankie. "Don't get biggety, Joe. I'm not askin' you or any other man whether I can ride to rescue a friend when he's in trouble. You don't own these broncs, an' if you did we'd take 'em just the same." The voice of Wrayburn was still gentle, but it no longer pleaded for understanding. The words were clean-cut and crisp. "I'll show you!" flung back the foreman with an oath.
You want that drection. You want t'know where she lives. DO you Mist Wrayburn? With a glance at his friend, Eugene replied to the question sternly, 'I do. 'I am er man, said Mr Dolls, trying to smite himself on the breast, but bringing his hand to bear upon the vicinity of his eye, 'er do it. I am er man er do it. 'What are you the man to do? demanded Eugene, still sternly.
'And so, Miss Wren, said Mr Eugene Wrayburn, 'I cannot persuade you to dress me a doll? 'No, replied Miss Wren snappishly; 'if you want one, go and buy one at the shop. 'And my charming young goddaughter, said Mr Wrayburn plaintively, 'down in Hertfordshire
Goes out straightway, and, leisurely leaning his arms on the open window of a cab in waiting, looks in at Mr Dolls: who has brought his own atmosphere with him, and would seem from its odour to have brought it, for convenience of carriage, in a rum-cask. 'Now Dolls, wake up! 'Mist Wrayburn? Drection! Fifteen shillings!
'I'll take more care of her than if she was a gold image, said Sloppy, 'and there's both MY hands, Miss, and I'll soon come back again. But, the greatest event of all, in the new life of Mr and Mrs John Harmon, was a visit from Mr and Mrs Eugene Wrayburn. Sadly wan and worn was the once gallant Eugene, and walked resting on his wife's arm, and leaning heavily upon a stick.
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