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Leffingwell," replied Peter, but he reddened nevertheless. Honora thought winning an iron foundry suit a strange way to cover one's self with glory. It was not, at any rate, her idea of glory. What were lawyers for, if not to win suits? And Peter was a lawyer. "In five years," said Uncle Tom, "the firm will be 'Brice and Erwin'. You mark my words.
Headquarters, Third Division, September 5,1918. MY DEAR MR. LEFFINGWELL: Your letter of July 22d just received. It has, perhaps, been somewhat delayed in reaching me, owing to the fact that I have recently been transferred to another division.
Chiltern," he said, "and it is a pleasure to be able to serve you, and the lady who is so shortly to be your wife. Your servant arrived with your note at four o'clock. Ten minutes later, and I should have missed him." And then Honora heard Chiltern saying somewhat coldly: "In order to save time, Mr. White, I wish to tell you that Mrs. Leffingwell has been divorced " The Reverend Mr.
Her eyes were fixed upon the roses in Honora's belt. "Good morning, Miss Leffingwell," she said, simply. Mr. Holt having removed the loam from his hands, the whole family, excepting Joshua, Junior, and including an indefinite number of children, and Carroll, the dignified butler, and Martha, the elderly maid, trooped into the library for prayers. Mr.
When Honora returned, Aunt Mary had donned her apron, and was industriously aiding Mary Ann to wash the dishes and maintain the customary high polish on her husband's share of the Leffingwell silver which, standing on the side table, shot hither and thither rays of green light that filtered through the shutters into the darkened room.
Randolph Leffingwell gave the impression of conferring a favour when he borrowed money. I cannot understand why he married that penniless and empty-headed beauty." "Perhaps," said Mrs. Hayden, "it was because of his ability to borrow money that he felt he could afford to." The eyes of the two ladies unconsciously followed Honora about the room.
We will find that formula when we pull in the bunch that tried to shoot Colonel Handler. They are all mixed up somehow, you'll find. All right, we find that formula, because we got to do it for our country; and what do they do to us? What does Mr. Leffingwell do to us?" Porky's voice rose to a wail. "What does he do?" he asked again. "He goes and sticks an education on us! A college education!"
The president's wife had asked him, besides, how the young lady had got through it, and had even inquired after her present condition. Well, Amy Leffingwell was enrolled among the University instructors, and doubtless the wife of the institution's head had been well within her rights, even duly mindful of the proprieties. "Couple!" Cope repeated the word, and felt an injury.
"I was afraid I'd spilled the apple cart and scared Eve clean out of the orchard that time," he murmured. Having helped her to her place at the wheel, he stood bareheaded for a moment, turned away, came back, and asked abruptly: "Sister of Budge Leffingwell, the Princeton half-back?" "No. Cousin."
The Mordaunt Estate stopped at my bench to complain about them one afternoon when Martin Dyke, having just breakfasted, had strolled over to discuss his favorite topic. "That lady in Number 37," said the Mordaunt Estate bitterly, "ain't the lady I thought she was." Martin Dyke, under the impulse of his persistent obsession, looked up hopefully. "You mean that she isn't really Mrs. Leffingwell?"
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