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Swan, the widow of one of the pioneers of the Mongol Mission of 1817 to 1841, and that interview gave the chief direction to the work of his life. In March 1891 he heard of Mrs. Swan's death, and he wrote to Miss Cullen, her niece, the following letter: 'I sent you a post-card acknowledging receipt of your kind letter of December 10, saying that Mrs. Swan had passed away on November 22.
"That post-card he sent us with the Colly-whats-its-name-on you know, the round place with the arches. They could have ripping games there " "It's not much fun with only two," said Dicky. "Besides," Dora said, "when people are first married they always sit in balconies and look at the moon, or else at each other's eyes." "They ought to know what their eyes look like by this time," said Dicky.
Harriet's conscience could be quite as tiresome as Philip's unconventionality. Mrs. Herriton soon made it easy for her daughter to go for six weeks to the Tirol. Then she and Philip began to grapple with Irma alone. Just as they had got things a little quiet the beastly baby sent another picture post-card a comic one, not particularly proper.
"There's nothing about here," he said, "but perhaps we can find oh here here's a post-card." He took the card from his pocket, and gave it to Hewitt. "There is nothing else to tell me, then?" queried Hewitt. "Are you sure that you have forgotten nothing that has happened since you first arrived nothing at all?" There was meaning in the emphasis, and a sharp look in Hewitt's eyes. "No, Mr.
"By the way," she said in a new tone, "there's a post-card for you. I've read it. Couldn't help." Louis read the post-card. He paled, and Rachel noticed his pallor. The fact was that in his mind he had simply shelved, and shelved again, the threat of James Horrocleave.
Narramore and the architect delayed only for a meal, and pursued their journey homeward; Hilliard returned to his old quarters despatched a post-card asking Eve and Patty to dine with him that evening, and thereupon went to bed, where for some eight hours he slept the sleep of healthy fatigue. The place he had appointed for meeting with the girls was at the foot of the Boulevard St. Michel.
How did you manage to keep that fellow Wolff when there wasn't a war on, and he wasn't breaking the law?" The young man grinned. "We had to stretch a point there, old dear," he admitted. "Plans of a fortress, eh?" "Do you mean to say that he had plans of a fortress upon him?" Dominey asked. "Picture post-card of Norwich Castle," the young man confided, "but keep it dark.
I remember this post-card because the same afternoon that it came Peter disappeared, and I began to fear that he had yielded to the temptation of a poisoned pig's foot which had been found in my garden stripped of its flesh.
My luggage was to follow when I sent for it. Now, unhampered even by a hand-bag, I joyfully descended the steps at the north end of the bridge and headed for King's Bench Walk by way of the Embankment and Middle Temple Lane. Jeffrey Blackmore's Will My arrival at Thorndyke's chambers was not unexpected, having been heralded by a premonitory post-card.
She's no easy quitter, that young lady. Having let me in on her little affair, she seems to think it's no more'n right I should be kept posted. A day or so later she lugs in a picture of Private Mears, one of the muddy printed post-card effects such as these roadside tripod artists take of the buddy boys around the camps. "That's him," says she. "Looks kind of swell in the uniform, don't he?"
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