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"Cuss 'em for snobs," he wound up finally, a deep sense of his personal grievance stirring his sociable Yankee soul. Of course, this sickening brother and sister business wouldn't touch the main fact of the story, but it knocked the "love motive" and the "heart interest" higher than a kite, utterly ruining some of his prettiest bits of writing, besides letting him in for a call-down from Naylor.
Nor had he carried the folded paper in his pocket to Eldrick's when Jabey Naylor went out to post the letter, Antony had placed the folded paper and the American letter together in the book and left them there.
"Full of ramifications, that event, Miss Wall. It affects even my business." Mr. Naylor, though now withdrawn from an active share in its conduct, was still interested in the large shipping firm from which he had drawn his comfortable fortune.
Did you ever see 'Five Fingers' look so beautiful?" And she pointed to the great peaks of the Funffingerspitze glittering in the sun like giant crystals. "I like them better with clouds about them." "Well," agreed Miss Naylor nervously, "they certainly are nicer with clouds about them.
The excellent Joseph Naylor, who was never seen to smile, and who was popularly supposed to sleep in his black frock-coat and high stock, once met Tom on a platform. When Tom was introduced to the prim, beneficent Joseph his enthusiasm overcame him; he brought his colossal paw down on Mr.
His eyebrows twitched: "Ah! You think so!" "I don't see why it is a waste of time," said Christian quietly; "there are lots of hours when we sit here and do nothing." "And it is very dull," put in Greta, with a pout. "You are rude, Greta," said Miss Naylor in a little rage, pursing her lips, and taking up her knitting. "I think it seems always rude to speak the truth," said Greta.
You always have the proper feelings, Radbolt." "The fault was mine, entirely mine," Beaumaroy hastily interposed. "I dragged in the old yarn, I led Mr. Naylor into telling it, I told you about what I said to Mr. Saffron and how he took it. All my fault! I acknowledge the justice of your rebuke. I apologize, Mr. Radbolt! And I think that we've exhausted the interest of the Tower."
Britten writhed, appreciating the image. "There's to be a section of sports. YOU must do that." "I'm not going to do any fine writing," said Shoesmith. "What you've got to do is just to list all the chaps and put a note to their play: 'Naylor minor must pass more. Football isn't the place for extreme individualism. 'Ammersham shapes well as half-back. Things like that."
"That sounds as if you quite expected a present," answered Mrs. Ormond, laughing. "Of course I do," continued the boy. "And, I say, mother, can I ask Naylor to come to tea and spend the evening? He's one of the boarders, and a great friend of mine. I think his Christian name is George, or Gerald, or something of that sort."
"Well, my prophecy is that they'll swear the poor dear old man's estate at under five thousand." "Well, why shouldn't " old Naylor began; but he stopped as he saw Mary's eyes meet Beaumaroy's in a rapture of quick and delighted understanding. "And then perhaps you'll own to being sorry, Doctor Mary!" "So that's what you were up to, was it?" said Mary. Old Mr.
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