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Edward Underwood's sons? said a voice on the other side. 'I always understood them to be very respectable and well conducted. 'Oh, very likely! Only I do happen to know that one of them has been a great trouble and vexation to Tom Underwood; and we didn't want the same over again with the poor old Squire.
Darrell was delighted at the story of Kate Underwood's coolness and bravery in saving her father's life, and sent her a note of hearty congratulation, which she kept among her cherished treasures.
Like his predecessor, Underwood represented the modern type of railroad president a hard-working, eminently practical big business manager of great executive talent. Underwood's idea was to make the Erie a great freight-carrying system by developing its tonnage and its freight capacity in every way possible.
Underwood's, felt only the exhilarating effect of the thin, keen air, and as the large, double-seated carriage, drawn by two powerful horses, descended the pine-clad mountain and passed down one of the principal streets of the little city, he looked about him with lively interest. Leaving the town behind them, they soon began the ascent of a winding canyon.
Underwood's direction Darrell saw pride, pleasure, and pain struggling for the mastery in the father's face as he watched the picture in the firelight. Pain won, and with a sudden gesture of impatience he covered his eyes with his hand, as though to shut out the scene.
Underwood's parting words; "but remember, if you ever again seek to injure me or mine, no power on earth can save you, and I'll not go into the courts either." As Kate and her strange companion parted, the former inquired, "Why did you ask me not to shoot him? You surely cannot love him!" "Love him?" she exclaimed, softly. "No, but I feared you would kill him.
"Mamma, may I go to church with Joanna?" "It's too hot, Daisy." "No, mamma I don't mind it. I would like to go." "Children don't mind anything! Please yourself. But how are you going?" "On foot, mamma; under the shade of the trees. It is nice and shady, all the way." "It is enough to kill you! But go." So Daisy's great flat set off alongside of Miss Underwood's Sunday gown to walk to church.
We should stay at Lancelot Underwood's, a very charming place to be at." "Isn't he some connection?" "Connection all round. Phyllis Merrifield married his brother, banking in Ceylon, and may come home any day on a visit; and Ivinghoe's pretty wife is Lancelot's niece. He edits what is really the crack newspaper of the county, in spite of its being true blue Conservative, Church and all."
She even discussed the berries in the hedges, and the prospects of a mild winter, in a friendly, hesitating tone; and actually commended Mr. Underwood's last pupil-teacher, before she began 'I am afraid I am come upon a disagreeable business. Mr. Underwood expected to hear of his own inefficiency; or perhaps that Mr.
My guests could not see my face, and I hoped to be able to pull myself together. "Ready to have me tell you how you look to me, now?" said Harry Underwood's voice, softly, insidiously in my ear. I started and moved a little away from him, which brought me nearer to the fire. The next moment I was wildly beating at little tongues of flame running up the flimsy fabric of my dress.
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