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She had considered the matter while they were talking, and come to the conclusion that the address ought to be given, while at the same time she wished to know more of the person to whom she gave it. "I wish Mr. Wynter had been at home," she said after a minute's pause, during which she was turning over the papers in the desk, and Maurice was watching her eagerly.
He has retired to the far-off lounge with a view to doing it as distantly as possible, but even this poor subterfuge fails him. Miss Wynter, picking up a milking-stool, advances leisurely towards him, and seating herself upon it just in front of him, crosses her hands over her knees and looks expectantly up at him with a charming smile. "Now we can have a good talk," says she.
It was you who suggested the idea that, being so much older than my niece, Miss Wynter, you could therefore escort her here and there in fact everywhere in fact" with awful meaning "any where!" "I assure you, madam," begins the professor, springing to his feet Perpetua puts out a white hand. "Ah! let her talk," says she. "Then you will understand."
Wherefore we can not fynde anye of the neyghbours thereabouts wyllinge cotynnally to Inhabyte or plenyshe w'thin the saide grounde of Kydland, and especially in wynter tyme."
"Something must be done," says he. "Yes. And quickly. Young girls are sometimes dazzled by men of his sort. And Per Miss Wynter ... Look here, Curzon," breaking off hurriedly. "This is your affair, you know. You are her guardian. You should see to it." "I could speak to her." "That would be fatal. She is just the sort of girl to say 'Yes' to him because she was told to say 'No."
New York lost a great baseball fan when Hugo Percy de Wynter Framlinghame, sixth Earl of Carricksteed, married Mae Elinor, only daughter of Mr and Mrs J. Wilmot Birdsey of East Seventy-Third Street; for scarcely had that internationally important event taken place when Mrs Birdsey, announcing that for the future the home would be in England as near as possible to dear Mae and dear Hugo, scooped J. Wilmot out of his comfortable morris chair as if he had been a clam, corked him up in a swift taxicab, and decanted him into a Deck B stateroom on the Olympic.
Before the professor's eyes rises a vision of old Wynter. They used to call him "old," those boys who attended his classes, though he was as light-hearted as the best of them, and as handsome as a dissipated Apollo. They had all loved him, if they had not revered him, and, indeed, he had been generally regarded as a sort of living and lasting joke amongst them.
"Then there is a great deal of duty for you to do," says she solemnly, letting her chin slip into the hollow of her hand. "I know I'm sure of it," says the professor with a sigh that might be called a groan. "But your aunt, Miss Majendie your mother's sister can " "I don't believe she's my mother's sister," says Miss Wynter calmly. "I have seen my mother's picture. It is lovely!
'By Jove! he's smashed them! cried Wynter, M.P., excitedly, when Rupert Langley sat down after his speech of an hour and a quarter, which had been listened to by a crowded House amidst a storm of cheering and disapproval.
Wynter answered, nodding gravely. "We might get you a nice little apartment there, and settle you for the winter; that would be the best plan. I suppose you don't mind cold?" "That depends entirely on the sort of cold. Yes; I think we should settle in Paris for a time, and then move into the country. Only I have a great fancy not to be more than a day's journey from England."
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