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"You were right in thinking I should fatigue myself," she said. "My walk has been a little too much for me. I feel tired, and I am going to bed. Good-night." She kissed Mrs. Wragge and softly closed the door again. After a few turns backward and forward in the room, she abruptly opened her writing-case and began a letter to her sister.
There had been plenty of time for a misfortune to happen, and she felt convinced that it had happened. But what? If Ian or Tony were dead she would surely still be in mourning. Then on a little rosewood escritoire, such as ladies were wont to use when they had nothing to write, she spied an old leather writing-case with the initials M. B. F. upon it.
Mrs Macmichel took the papers, glanced at them, laid them on her lap, tried to say yes and no in the right places to the information now eagerly poured forth to her; tried to keep her eyes from that letter which the clergyman's wife had been interrupted in writing. It had fluttered to the floor as she had looked through her writing-case, and now lay, unheeded by her, at the visitor's feet.
He recognised me by a recent photograph which you had shown him." "I remember," said Myra. "I kept it in my writing-case. He took it up and looked at it several times. I often spoke to him of you." "He introduced himself with straightforward simplicity," continued Mrs. Dalmain, "and then we neither of us knew quite how it happened in a few minutes we were talking without reserve.
He found her, as he always did, lying on her sofa with a French volume before her and a beautiful little inlaid writing-case open on her table. At the moment of his entrance she was in the act of writing. "Ah, my friend," said she, putting out her left hand to him across her desk, "I did not expect you to-day and was this very instant writing to you " Mr.
"If you are going to write a note of thanks, you must just hurry up, as it is nearly time for me to go across," and then Olivia put the flowers in water, and got out her writing-case. "The fire in the flint Shows not till it be struck." Timon of Athens.
She raised her hand not the hand that was nearest to you, but nearest to me. As I lifted the writing-case, she lifted her hand, and parted the folds of the veil from off her face I suppose to see more clearly. It was only for a moment; and in that moment I saw what the veil hid. Don't let us speak of it!
The gun-cases were still strapped, so was the bedding, and on the table lay The Boy's writing-case with photographs. He had gone away to die like a poisoned rat! The Major said to himself softly: "Poor Boy! Poor, POOR devil!" Then he turned away from the bed and said: "I want your help in this business."
Notwithstanding this compliment, however, I perceived that she was uneasy concerning Eugenio and myself. On one evening my cousin had brought home some gifts, consisting of a silver pencil-case with gold pen for Eugenio, a traveling writing-case with his name on it for Celestino, and a small traveling work-bag similarly marked for Virginia. These were highly appreciated.
I'll say no more about her, since I see it displeases you; but I am thankful to God that you see the error of your ways." She sat silent, thinking for a little while, and then sent for her writing-case, and began to write. Her son became restless, and nervously irritated. "Mother," he said, "this affair worries me to death. I cannot shake off the thoughts of it."
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