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Harland, and he hurried to the gangway just in time to receive the visitor as he stepped on deck. "Well, Harland, how are you?" said a mellow voice in the cheeriest of accents "It's strange we should meet like this after so many years!" At these words and at sight of the speaker, Morton Harland started back as if he had been shot. "Santoris!" he exclaimed "Not possible! Rafel Santoris! No!
"All that electric light is rather ostentatious," said Dr. Brayle "I suppose the owner wants to advertise his riches." "That doesn't follow," said Mr. Harland, with some sharpness "I grant you we live in an advertising age, but I don't fancy the owner of that vessel is a Pill or a Plaster or even a Special Tea.
"Oh, call me Catherine" she interrupted "I'm so tired of being Miss Harland!" "Well, Catherine, then," I said, smiling a little "Surely you know why I am contented and happy?" "No, I do not," she said, with quick, almost querulous? eagerness "I don't understand it at all. You have none of the things that please women.
"Women should take care that their jewels are made happy," he continued, looking at me with a slight smile, "That is, if they want them to shine. Nothing that lives is at its best unless it is in a condition of happiness a condition which after all is quite easy to attain." "Easy! I should have thought nothing was so difficult!" said Mr. Harland.
I will give him credit for believing in himself up to a certain point. But of course he knows that the so-called 'electric' treatment he is giving to your daughter is perfectly worthless, just as he knows that she is not really ill." "Not really ill!" Mr. Harland almost bounced up in his chair, while I felt a secret thrill of satisfaction.
"You had better take care," he said, curtly "Invalids should never try experiments. I'm surprised that a man in your condition should take any drug from the hand of a stranger." "Most dangerous!" interpolated Catherine, feebly "How could you, father?" "Well, Santoris isn't quite a stranger," said Mr. Harland "After all, I knew him at college "
'But there must really be some mistake. I am not aware of having used any language that could evoke the resentment of your friend. Harland simply shrugged his shoulders. 'I am not here to discuss that point. And he rose with scorn upon his face. 'I take the word of my friend upon the matter; and he is a gentleman and a man of honour. At this reply Mr.
Few young writers have attained so sudden a popularity as Marion Harland. We believe it well deserved. Her plots are interesting, her characters well drawn, her style natural, her morals unexceptionable. Of the two tales composing the present volume, we prefer 'Colonel Floyd's Wards. The interest is well sustained, and Virginian society and manners truthfully depicted.
Harland, his sister, who as Nick was aware kept house and entertained for Falconer, was as like him as a very feminine woman can be like an extremely masculine man; and, in fact, they were twins. Ralph Harland, an Englishman, who had owned a California ranch, was dead; and when his widow was not in Europe she stayed with her brother.
My dear Harland, if your beliefs were really sound we should be bound in common duty and charity to stop the population of the world altogether for the whole business is useless. Useless and even cruel, for it is nothing but a crime to allow people to be born for no other end than extinction! However, keep your creeds! I thank Heaven they are not mine!" Mr.
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