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Montagu Gaines, however, had just set off on a two years' tour to Australia consequently, the play and the author's two letters have remained in my possession ever since. And here they are!" Mr. Dennie laid his hand dramatically on his packet, looked significantly at his audience, and went on.
Norrie, I know this out of the years of my own lonely life." Elinor's eyes were dewy with tears and she bent her head until her hair touched his cheek. "I'll try to be good 'fornever, as Bug Buler says," she murmured. Over in the Saxon House on this same evening Vincent Burgess had come in to see Dennie about some books. "I took your advice, Dennie," he said.
In spite of her courage her eyes were full of tears, and for the first time in his sheltered pleasant life the real spirit of sympathy woke in the soul of Vincent Burgess. "You are a brave, good girl, Dennie. If I can ever serve you in any way, it will be a privilege to me to do it."
I'll live; and if Professor Burgess, A.B. of Cambridge-by-the-bean-patch, dares to make love to Dennie Saxon on the side he'll go head foremost into the whirlpool to feed Lagonda's rapacious spirit. I've said it." We cannot make bargains for blisses, Nor catch them like fishes in nets, And sometimes the thing our life misses Helps more than the thing which it gets.
The Croak dived into his trowsers pocket, took out a small roll of bills, handed one to the bartender and another a ten-dollar greenback to Dennie. "Dear boy!" said Dennie, expanding into smiles. "What an uncommon comfort you are, Croaker. Virtues such as yours reconcile me to a further struggle with this cold and selfish world. It has used me pretty hard since I saw you last, Croaker.
"Don't you think the young ruffian was pretty hard on me?" he asked. "No, I don't," Dennie said, frankly. "I think you were pretty hard on him." A sudden resolve seized Burgess. He came around to Dennie's side of the table. "Miss Dennie, I want to tell you something, unimportant in itself, but better shared than kept. On the night of our picnic in October your father, who was not quite himself "
To prevent this Colonel Dennie made a vigorous sally with 800 men, and ascertained that they had commenced no operation of the sort. Akbar Khan then advanced on the city with his whole force. It was a critical moment, but the hearts of none of the garrison failed them.
He was not happy himself for many reasons, and two of them were Elinor and Vic, who separately, and differently, seemed to wear out his energy. Dennie Saxon never wore on anybody's nerves. "Yes, I do, often," Dennie answered. "Why do you do this?" he queried. "To get my college education." Dennie smiled, hopefully. "I like the nice things and nice ways of life. So I'm working for them."
It is silly stuff." "On the contrary, it is literature. You don't know, madam, how good it is. I have a favor to beg; allow this poem to be printed in the Port Folio. I know the editor, Jo Dennie, and shall call and give him this copy when I reach Philadelphia. You will not deny me this pleasure?"
It dimly entered his consciousness, as he told Dennie good-bye, that maybe she had been the most desirable companion of the crowd on such a night as this. He knew, at least, that he would have shown Elinor much more attention than he had shown to Dennie, and he knew that Elinor would have required it of him.
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