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He lifted still another jewel from the packet and held it aloft for an instant. "The Orloff!" gasped Mr. Solomon. "No," the young man corrected; "this, too, is a duplicate. The original is in the Russian sceptre. This is a replica color, weight and cutting being identical one hundred and ninety-three carats, nearly as large as a pigeon's egg." Again Mr. Wynne glanced along the table.
If you think that I am likely to be deterred by fears of being disinherited by your family, open and read my letter to my uncle. I have there told him whom I intend to marry. 'Mad, mad boy! said my mother. 'Society will 'You have once or twice before mentioned society, mother. If I find Winifred Wynne, I shall assuredly marry her, unless prevented by the one obstacle I have mentioned.
Maurice began to feel as if he were entangled in a strange and uncanny dream. Philip seemed more and more to retire within himself, and Wynne felt that he must do something to attract attention from his friend's conduct. "We haven't anything to do with punishment, Mrs. Murphy," he said soothingly, coming forward as he spoke.
Wynne had twice seen Sutton stroll past on the opposite side of the street; and then Claflin had lounged along. Suddenly he arose and went to the window, throwing back the curtains. Sutton was leaning against an electric-light pole, half a block away; Claflin was half a block off in the other direction, in casual conversation with a policeman. Mr. Wynne looked them over thoughtfully.
I'm sick of seeing the poor treated as if they were semi-idiots that couldn't think without leave from the Associated Charities." The whole tone of the conversation was so much more frank than anything to which Wynne was accustomed that he felt bewildered. This freedom of criticism of the powers, this want of reverence for conventionalities, gave him a strange feeling of lawlessness.
At this remark Lewis Wynne burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. "The richest thing I ever heard of. Ha, ha, ha! Meurig Wynne's son married to a Methodist preacher's niece. My dear boy, he'll never give his consent. Why, he hated them like the very devil himself, and now you expect him to agree to your marrying a Methodist." "He'll have to," said Cardo, "and I think he will."
Wynne was perhaps some twenty feet from the corner of Thirty-fourth Street and Fifth Avenue when Mr. Birnes passed him. His glance lingered on the broad back of the chief reflectively as he swung by and turned into the cross street, after a quick, business-like glance at an approaching car. Then Mr. Wynne smiled.
There was not the slightest movement by Mr. Wynne to indicate uneasiness at the charge, not a tremor in his voice when he spoke again. "I understand perfectly, Chief," he remarked coldly. "Just what was the time of the crime, may I ask?" "Answer my question," insisted the Chief thunderously. "Now look here, Chief," Mr.
She comes out on occasions. You may never see her; you may see her to-morrow." I was to see her often. "My shilling," I said. "That was only a jest, Mr. Wynne. My other girl has stolen it, for remembrance of a lad that was brave and " "He was a young fool! My shilling, please." "No, no!" At this I touched the mare with my spur.
"This is all a matter of record." His employer was leaning forward in his chair, gripping the arms fiercely as he stared at him. "Do you believe it possible, Mr. Czenki," he asked deliberately, "that Mr. Wynne has found these diamond fields?" The expert shrugged his slender shoulders. "It is possible, of course," he replied.
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