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Updated: June 15, 2025
"With Bryce Cardigan out of the way, you would have a clear field before you " "Oh, my dear, my dear! Surely you do not realize what you are saying. You are beside yourself, Shirley. Please please do not wound me so so horribly. You do not you cannot realize what a desperate fight I have been putting up for both our sakes. I am surrounded by enemies the most implacable enemies.
"Are you Bryce Cardigan?" she faltered, and looked at him more closely. "Yes, you're Mr. Bryce. You've changed but then it's been six years since we saw you last, Mr. Bryce." He came toward her with outstretched hand. "And you were a little girl when I saw you last. Now you're a woman." She grasped his hand with the frank heartiness of a man. "I'm mighty glad to meet you again, Moira.
I've had a very pleasant experience this morning, mon père." "So some one was trying to tell me, Jimmy," replied the little missioner with an effort to smile back. "Mercer?" "Yes. He told me about it confidentially. The poor boy must have fallen in love with the young lady." "So have I, mon père. I don't mind confessing it to you. I'm rather glad. And if Cardigan hadn't scheduled me to die "
"In that office, Miss Shirley," Moira replied, and pointed to the door. Shirley stepped to the door, knocked, and then entered. Bryce Cardigan, seated at his desk, looked up as she came in. His left arm was in a sling, and he looked harassed and dejected. "Don't get up, Bryce," she said as he attempted to rise. "I know you're quite exhausted. You look it." She sat down.
If we can save enough out of the wreck to insure you your customary home comforts, I shan't cry, partner. I have a profession to fall back on. Yes, sirree. I own a sheep-skin, and it says I'm an electrical and civil engineer." "What!" "I said it. An electrical and civil engineer. Slipped one over on you at college, John Cardigan, when all the time you thought I was having a good time.
He's very refined. But he's carroty red and has freckled hands, Mr. Bryce." Bryce rose and sauntered into the general office. "Mr. Bryce Cardigan?" Buck queried politely, with an interrogative lift of his blond eyebrows. "At your service, Mr. Ogilvy. Please come in." "Thank you so much, sir."
"Talk about payin' ter see men swaller knives an' swords!" she exclaimed. "My old man could swaller tables an' chairs faster than I could buy 'em." So she opened a laundry, and washed and ironed for the neighbourhood. Cardigan Street was proud of her. Her eyes twinkled in a big, humorous face; her arm was like a leg of mutton; the floors creaked beneath her as she walked.
Jack Cardigan took her mother. Prosper Profond took Imogen. Fleur went in by herself, with her bells jingling.... The "small" moon had soon dropped down, and May night had fallen soft and warm, enwrapping with its grape-bloom colour and its scents the billion caprices, intrigues, passions, longings, and regrets of men and women.
But it was too far off for the royal power to be effectively exercised there, and the Earldom of Pembroke was granted to a branch of the De Clares, who had already conquered Ceredigion, and built castles at Cardigan and Aberystwyth. The De Clares also held Chepstow and lands in Lower Gwent.
He hesitated a moment and then resumed: "A few months ago I would not have told you the things I am about to tell you, Shirley, for the reason that a few months ago it seemed to me you were destined to become rather friendly with young Cardigan. When that fellow desires to be agreeable, he can be rather a likable boy lovable, even.
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