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'Well! said Reggie, throwing up his arms at sight of Manisty, and skimming over the strawberry furrows towards them. 'Of all the muddles! I give you this blessed country. I'll never say a word for it again. Everything on this beastly line altered for May no notice to anybody! all the old trains printed as usual, and a wretched flyleaf tucked in somewhere that nobody saw or was likely to see.
You see out of all that house party, there are only three or four left." She spoke of this wholesale selection and apportionment as though her topic had been apples. "Indeed?" Markham stopped smoking. "Who else?" he asked calmly. "Me," she said blushing prettily. "I mean I I and Reggie " "Reginald Armistead! I thought that he and Miss Challoner " "Oh, that's all off," she laughed.
Barbara, do come along here!" Reggie, the eldest of the four, turned his head and beckoned her. "Here's a nice go! We've run your Mike in, and see his fury, do! Our Tommy was looking for birds' eggs in the Old Studley hedge, and he saw a shine of gold and pulled out this! And Mike chased him, madly pecking his legs, out here to the common.
These girls, many of them, live in quiet boarding houses and hotels where they keep up a strict appearance of decency and yet they are living the worst kind of immoral lives, because they follow this trade scientifically." Reggie Van Nostrand, by reason of his gallant assistance, and at his urgent request, had been allowed to listen.
I think that for the moment, while it lasted, she had forgotten Jimmy, she had forgotten her brother Reggie; she had touched the fringe of the immensity that had drawn them from her and swallowed them up. And in forgetting them she had forgotten her unhappy self. In Ostend, at any rate, I was to have no more of her brooding.
She still had her face turned toward the window, so Nora did not see the smile that curled her lip. She turned after a moment, and the two women began to set the table for dinner. Presently the men were heard laughing outside as they cleaned their muddy boots on the scraper. Reggie had apparently achieved something new.
The tragic and the ridiculous here joining hands, she remembered that Reggie Farwell had told her that he had recently made a trip to western New York to inspect a house he had built for a "remarried" couple who were not wholly unknown. The dove-cote, he had called it.
Markham in her house by seating him on her right at dinner and paying him an assiduous attention which detracted something from Reggie Armistead's interest, as well as Olga's, in that repast.
She admired me; she admired everything I did; she thought me handsome; I was the nicest-looking man she knew, next to Reggie. But she didn't love me. "What's more, Furny," she said, "I can't think why I don't love you." I couldn't see her clearly and continuously in the taxi.
I was walking with Johnny Dacre up Adderley Street, dun with kahki, when he met his brother Reginald, who was promptly introduced to Johnny's second in command. Reggie was off to hospital to see one of his men who had been badly hurt. "It's the chap," he said to his brother, "who was with Boyce through that shady affair at Vilboek's Farm."
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