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Atwood's dream had to do with a mansion high on Frisco's hills. But Henry saw her beside him in his long and lovely car. He saw her, too, in a fur coat. "I feel," said Jane, "like a murderer." Tommy and O-liver had stopped at her front gate to leave her some books. "Why?" It was O-liver who asked it. "Come and see." She led them round the house. Death and destruction reigned.
More'n likely there'd be somethin' in that to help you with that geographical tree. I used to put down everything that happened, and Where you goin'?" Miss Dawes had risen and was peering out of the window. "I was looking to see if my driver was anywhere about," she replied. "I thought perhaps he would drive over to Mrs. Atwood's and get the diary for you. But I don't see him."
"I understand that father rented direct from the tenant. I believe the tenant was a friend of his, or someone he knew in a business way." The embroidery which had been lying in Miss Atwood's lap had gradually slipped forward and at this moment dropped to the floor. As she reached down to pick it up, Morgan's alert eyes noted a purplish mark on her forearm.
Atwood's abundant supper, and went to her room at last with that most disagreeable of all impressions the sense of being an intruder. The tired children were soon at rest, for their time of sleepless trouble was far distant. Belle's pretty head drooped also with the roses over the porch as the late twilight deepened.
There she was, on the iron gallery surrounding the top of the tower, leaning on the rail and gazing out over the water. She had not heard me. For a moment I stood there, watching her. She was not wearing Mrs. Atwood's gown now, but her own, wrinkled and stained from its last night's drenching in salt water, but dry now. She was bareheaded and her brown hair was tossing in the sea breeze.
It's an easy way of paying bounty promises." "This affair in the north, they tell me, seems a little serious," said Greenly. "I believe this is Mr. Atwood's opinion?" "You'll find it serious enough, if Sir Gervaise's notion about the bounty be true," answered the immovable secretary. "Scotia is a small country, but it's well filled with 'braw sperits, if there's an opening for them to prove it."
Rumors of its existence, however, became gradually noised abroad, and necessarily attracted the attention of Mr. Atwood's democratic friends. Inquiries being made, he acknowledged the existence of the letter, but averred that it had never been delivered, that it was merely a rough draught, and that he had hitherto kept it within his own control, with a view to more careful consideration.
Atwood's pen was running rapidly over the paper, and had just reached the name of the contemplated legatee, when his hand was arrested by the voice of the young man himself. "Stop, Mr. Atwood do not insert any clause in my favour!" cried Wycherly, his face the colour of crimson, and his chest heaving with the emotions he felt it so difficult to repress.
The earl therefore shot himself; and it was the small globular silver pistol, such as this' here Zaleski drew a little embossed Venetian weapon from a drawer near him 'that appeared in the gloom to the excited Hester as a "ball of cotton," while it was being drawn upward by the Atwood's machine. But if the earl shot himself he could not have done so after being stabbed to the heart.
The Atwood's machine is therefore forced on us; as to its construction, it is, as you are aware, composed of two upright posts, with a cross-bar fitted with pulleys and strings, and is intended to show the motion of bodies acting under a constant force the force of gravity, to wit.
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