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"Louis," I said sternly, "you dropped this transfer when you came home the night of Mr. Crawford's death." The suddenness of my remark had the effect I desired, and fairly frightened the truth out of the man. "Y-yes, sir," he stammered, and then with a frightened glance at Miss Lloyd, he stood nervously interlacing his fingers.
Then you must be rich awfully I mean EXCEEDINGLY rich, more than the kind that just has carpets in every room and ice cream Sundays, like the Whites one of my Ladies' Aiders, you know. Have you got all those?" "Why, y-yes, I suppose I have," admitted Mrs. Carew, with a faint smile. "Then you are rich, of course," nodded Pollyanna, wisely.
The maid ran after him and arrived at his side breathless, excited: "Oh, could you come just for a moment, if you please, sir! Miss Carr won't eat her luncheon!" "What!" said the young man, surprised. "Miss Carr wishes to see you just for a " "Miss Carr?" "Miss Sacharissa!" "Sacharissa?" "Y-yes, sir she " "But I don't know any Miss Sacharissa!" "I understand that, sir."
"Y-yes, sir," said Baird. He held Diane's hand fast. "It'll be months before we get back to port, sir. And it's normally against regulations, but under the circumstances ... would you mind ... as skipper ... marrying Lieutenant Holt and me?" The skipper snorted. Then he said almost almost amiably; "Hm-m-m. You've both done very well, Mr. Baird. Yes.
"No.... That is different " "But what " "You dear," he said, suddenly gentle, "you have never been a wife; and you don't know it." "Garry, are you mad?" "Shiela, dear, some day will you very quietly ask some woman the difference between divorce and annulment?" "Y-yes, if you wish.... Is it something you mayn't tell me, Garry?" "Yes.... I don't know!
"Why, y-yes; I think I've seen her." The girl winced, as from a blow. "Will, don't! I can't bear it," she choked. "It only shows how we've treated her how little we've made of her, when we ought to have done everything everything to make her happy. Instead of that, we were brutes all of us!" "Belle!" the tone was an indignant protest. "But we were listen!
There is a friend there who has just told me he met you on the Cocos-Keeling Island, Nigel Roy; you start, Winnie?" "Y-yes, father. I am so surprised, for it is his father who sails this ship! And I cannot imagine how he or you came on board."
"Y-yes, grandma." "When you come back from New York, you bring grandma a fine present, not?" "Yes, yes, grandma." "A quilted under jacket wholesale, for when grandma rides out in the wheel-chair." "Y-yes, grandma." To the saturnine, New York of its spangled nights is like a Scylla of a thousand heads, each head a menace.
"Why, Cyrus, it's gone," she cried with sudden sharpness. "What's gone?" "Your dinner I was cooking such a beautiful turkey and all the fixings for you." A dull red came into the man's face. "For me?" stammered Cyrus. "Y-yes," faltered Huldah; then her chin came up defiantly. The man laughed; and there was a boyish ring to his voice.
By and by the dwindling tree shadows warned him that it was time he started for home. He walked out to the road. Bobbie walked with him. "Going my way?" he asked. "Y-yes," said Bobbie. They passed one corner, then another. "I I want to ask you something," Bobbie said haltingly. "If a scout knows that some other scout is going to do something something dangerous, maybe is it blabbing if he tells?"
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