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We had no notion there was a bride in these parts until the sheriff brought us back word the other day. Ma'am, I'm glad to make your acquaintance." He glanced keenly and curiously at Sylvie's averted face. "I'd have been here before," she said, "but I've been suffering from snow-blindness." "Ah, that's bad sometimes. Your eyes are better now?" "Y-yes, I think so."
"And about those flower seeds do what you can to find them. I want them in a few days, if I'm to use them at all. Do you understand?" "Y-yes, Miss Gladys," he stammered. He had seen her dart a swift glance at the housekeeper, and he was beginning at last to comprehend. "Bring them to me yourself," she added. "Good-by." "Good-by, Miss Gladys," he said, and went out. He went downstairs, marveling.
Furneaux's shrill cry scared Mr. Tomlin. "Y-yes, sir," he stuttered. "Is that my candle?" said the detective tragically. "I'm tired, dead beat. To-night, Mr. Tomlin, you are privileged to see the temporary wreck of a noble mind. God wot, 'tis a harrowing spectacle." Furneaux skipped nimbly upstairs. Tomlin proceeded to lock up.
I've always wanted a house with a yard, I mean; and 'twould be nice for Mellicent, of course." "Well, why don't you go? You have the money." "Y-yes, I know I have; but it'll cost so much, Maggie. Don't you see? It costs not only the money itself, but all the interest that the money could be earning. Why, Maggie, I never saw anything like it." Her face grew suddenly alert and happy.
"Out a little late, aren't you, boys?" he asked with a mildness that sent a chill down their spines. "Y-yes sir," replied Tom, a slight tremor in his voice. "On official business, I presume?" The major's voice was still as smooth as silk. Tom gulped and then shook his head. "N-no, sir," he quavered. Connel's eyes widened in mock horror.
And again he bent his old head to the work before him. "Nancy!" called a sharp voice. "Y-yes, ma'am," stammered Nancy; and hurried toward the house. In due time came the telegram announcing that Pollyanna would arrive in Beldingsville the next day, the twenty-fifth of June, at four o'clock. Miss Polly read the telegram, frowned, then climbed the stairs to the attic room.
"You have sent Doctor Filippi a very handsome present," he said coldly. "I chose it for you, a silver salver. I went up to London on purpose at your wish a week ago." "Y-yes." "And I don't think he would care to come here. No doubt he has his own friends. You must remember a man like that is poor. It would be putting him to expense." Michael looked down at the sleeping puppy. He did not answer.
Hope, I've a great mind to buy one in place of poor Hafiz. Don't you think it would be fun?" "Y-yes, of course. But aren't they dreadfully mischievous?" "All the more fun, then! I certainly am going to buy one. Father said the money he gave us was to be spent for fun, and there's nothing funnier than a monkey." Faith looked and felt like a naughty child.
She says that they are living sparks that will smoulder while life endures." "Suppose they are," he said; "they can never flame unless nursed.... Kathleen, I want to see her " "She will not." "Has she spoken at all of me?" "Yes." "Bitterly?" "Y-yes. I don't know what you did. She is very morbid just now, anyway; very desperate.
"Have you been listening to my lectures on diseases of the heart?" "Yes, sir;" was my response. "Did you hear my lecture on mitral murmurs yesterday?" he asked. "I did," I had to admit. "And did you read up on the subject?" was further interrogated. "Y-yes," and my tones implied a little guilt, although I could not tell why.
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