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You must come down and tell us all about it. Just to think more'n twenty years but you're looking well." Quincy assured him that his health was never better. "What I wanted to see you about are affairs in Fernborough. What is Strout up to?" "You've used just the right word. He's up to something.
Alice was not to tell the sad news to Lady Fernborough. The telegraph outstrips the ocean liner, and a newspaper, with tidings of the great calamity, was in Aunt Ella's hands long before the arrival of the broken-hearted wife and disconsolate sister. The invitations were countermanded, and days of sorrow followed instead of the anticipated time of joyfulness.
We don't have circuses at town meetings now he's gone." Quincy's next visit was to the office of the Fernborough Gazette, which was published in Eastborough, as the editor and proprietor, Mr. Sylvester Chisholm, Mr.
"He's too much like his father." "How do you know where his father has gone?" snapped Mr. Strout, who did not believe, evidently, that good works were a sure passport to future bliss. Quincy's vacation after his first year at Andover was passed at Fernborough. He was warmly welcomed and congratulated upon the great fortune that had fallen to him. "He's got a big head, sure enough," said Mr.
If she had any secret thoughts concerning him they were driven from her mind by the receipt of a telegram just as they sat down to dinner. "REDFORD, MASS., July 2, 187 . "MAUDE SAWYER, Care of Q. A. Sawyer, "Fernborough, via Cottonton. "Do please come home at once. Something terrible has happened. "What can it be? What do you think is the matter? The message is so inexplicit."
During the summer that the foregoing events were happening in Europe, Mr. Hiram Maxwell, in the little New England town of Fernborough had a serious accident happen to himself the effects of which were far reaching, and finally affected many people. In unloading a barrel of sugar from a wagon, it slipped from the skid and fell upon his leg causing a compound fracture.
The probating of the will, making arrangement for the sale of Fernborough Hall, and providing for the payment of the proceeds and annual income to Quincy Jr. caused a long delay, for English law moves but little faster than it did when Jarndyce brought suit against Jarndyce. Quincy Jr. and Tom were thrown on their own resources during the long wait.
"And thank you," he added, grasping Tom's hand "Is he English?" "No, we're both Yankees, from Fernborough, Massachusetts." The man knelt beside Quincy and gazed at him earnestly. He looked up at Tom. "I could bless the man who fired that shot. My name is Quincy Adams Sawyer and this young man is my son!" Tom's surmise had been correct.
Your beautiful letters kept you always in my mind, and I used to take great pleasure in telling my schoolmates what a pretty mother I had." Alice, despite her years, blushed. "Quincy, you are like your father in praising those you love." Tom gave Quincy's father graphic descriptions of the changes in Fernborough and fully endorsed his friend's opinion of Mr. Strout.
"If dad don't mind, I'll go." "We'll run down to Fernborough for a day or two to say good-bye, if there is time, and you can see your father about it." At ten o'clock the next morning, Quincy entered the office of the Isburn Detective Bureau. "I have good news for you, Quincy," said Mary.
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