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Four days before his friend, Joe Linley, had died of cholera. Three of them Joe, himself, and George Leffingwell, Joe's cousin had been in camp less than a week when it had happened. Until then their life had been like a picnic there in the clearing by the roadside, with the thrill of the great journey stirring in their blood.
"Oui, Leffingwell!" she cried, gazing at them in some perplexity. Three children of various sizes clung to her skirts, and a younger nurse carried a golden-haired little girl of Honora's age. A lady and gentleman followed. The lady was beginning to look matronly, and no second glance was required to perceive that she was a person of opinion and character. Mr.
If Cope came back from Freeford with the moral support of one family, Amy Leffingwell came back from Fort Lodge with the moral support of another. Hers was a fragmental family, true; but its sentiment was unanimous; she had the combined support of a pleased mother and of an enthusiastic maiden aunt.
Spence; "it has been so long since you were here, and we have made many changes." "And you, Mademoiselle," said the Vicomte to Honora, you will come yes? You are interested in landscape?" "I love the country," said Honora. "It is a pleasure to have a guest who is so appreciative," said Mrs. Holt. "Miss Leffingwell was up at seven this morning, and in the garden with my husband."
She took only such things as she needed, and left her dinner-gowns hanging in the closets. A few precious books of her own she chose, but the jewellery her husband had given her was put in boxes and laid upon the dressing-table. In one of these boxes was her wedding ring. When luncheon was over, an astonished and perturbed butler packed the Leffingwell silver and sent it off to storage.
"I'll bet, Robert," said Mr. Spence, gallantly, "that Miss Leffingwell can put it over both of us." "Indeed, I can't play at all," exclaimed Honora in confusion. "And I shouldn't think of spoiling your match. And besides, I am going to drive with Susan." "We can go another day, Honora," said Susan. But Honora would not hear of it. "Come over with me this afternoon, then," suggested Mr.
His habitual mode of speech was both brief and sharp, but people remarked that he modified it a little for Tom Leffingwell. "Come in, Tom," he said. "Anything the matter?" "Mr. Isham, I want a week off, to go to New York." The request, from Tom Leffingwell, took Mr. Isham's breath.
The charm of Randolph Leffingwell, which had fascinated the nobility of three kingdoms, had descended on her, and hostesses had discovered that she possessed the magic touch necessary to make a dinner complete. Her quality, as we know, was not wit: it was something as old as the world, as new as modern psychology. It was, in short, the power to stimulate.
He was president of the Sutton Golf Club, and had arranged to play a match with Mr. Spence. This gentleman, it appeared, was likewise an enthusiast, and had brought to Silverdale a leather bag filled with sticks. "Won't you come, too, Miss Leffingwell?" he said, as he took a second cup of coffee. Somewhat to the astonishment of the Holt family, Robert seconded the invitation.
The carriage stopped, but it was some moments before they realized it. "You may come up in a little while," she whispered, "and lunch with me if you like." "If I like!" he repeated. But she was on the sidewalk, following the bell boy into the cool, marble-lined area of the hotel. A smiling clerk handed her a pen, and set the new universe to rocking. "Mrs. Leffingwell, I presume?
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