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But even supposing you marry this Socrates and become as learned as he, how is that inconsistent with taking care of your fortune?" "I thought I told you, father," I said. "Told me what?" "That Mr. Spence objected to my fortune." "Objected, did he? How is he to help himself? Besides, the money is mine until I am dead. If he is so infernally proud, he needn't touch any of it until then.
Poor Mysie had been altogether overlooked, and had naturally enough betaken herself to the little apartment which she had hitherto occupied, ignorant that the spence, through which lay the only access to it, was to be the sleeping chamber of Sir Piercie Shafton.
It was a great moment. It was a great moment, but something seemed to threaten it. The face of Miss Spence looking up from the crowd grew too vivid unpleasantly vivid. She was beckoning him and shouting, "Come down, Penrod Schofield! Penrod Schofield, come down here!" He could hear her above the band and the singing of the multitude; she seemed intent on spoiling everything.
Spence in her estimation, aroused Honora's pride. "That shows how little New Yorkers know of the West," she replied, laughing. "Didn't you suppose there were any gentlewomen there?" "Gentlewomen," repeated Mr. Spence, as though puzzled by the word, "gentlewomen, yes. But you might have been born anywhere."
He felt once more alone in the world, now that the bright presence of his sweetheart was withdrawn, and he was saddened by the thought that the telegram he had hoped to send to Jimmy Spence, exultingly announcing his arrival, would never be sent.
Miss Farr said not. She said that it would be certain to clear up in a day or two. "And then," she said, "you will forget that it ever rained." Professor Spence doubted it. He had a good memory. "You look much better this morning," his nurse went on. "Have you tried to move your leg yet?" "I am thinking of trying it."
This temple, of course, was the Quicksands Club. Howard Spence was quite orthodox; and, like some of our Puritan forefathers, did not even come home to the midday meal on the first day of the week. But a certain instinct of protest and of nonconformity which may have been remarked in our heroine sent her to St. Andrews-by-the-Sea by no means so well attended as the house of Gad and Meni.
Mallard has come to tell us." Miriam laid down her pen, and asked in the same voice as before: "Shall I come?" "If you are not too busy." And Mrs. Spence added, with a smile, "I should think you must have a certain curiosity to see each other, after so long an acquaintance at secondhand." "I will come in a moment." Mrs. Spence left the room. For a minute Miriam sat reflecting, then rose.
"I tried to get Spence to come back this way, but the idea didn't seem to appeal to him. Here are some of the records." "Records?" repeated Honora, looking at a mass of typewritten figures on the wall. "Do you mean to say you keep such an exact account of all the milk you get?" Joshua laughed, and explained. She walked by his side over the concrete paving to the first of the varnished stalls.
"Yes; and, if she fulfils her promise, one of the plainest girls in existence. Her father jokes about the affair, but evidently doesn't disapprove." It was Thursday, and the Spences had decided to start for London on Friday night. Miriam had been keeping much alone these last few days, and this morning was out by herself in the usual way. Spence was engaged with Seaborne. Mrs.
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