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"Meanwhile, for the Lord's sake, get on with that business you've got there." Mr. Morton was indeed, as Laurie had reflected, extraordinarily uninterested in things outside his beat; and his beat was not a very extended one. He was a quite admirable barrister, competent, alert, merciless and kindly at the proper times, and, while at his business, thought of hardly anything else at all.
Laurie seemed to forget Jo for a minute, and Jo was glad of it, for the fact that he told her these things so freely and so naturally assured her that he had quite forgiven and forgotten. She tried to draw away her hand, but as if he guessed the thought that prompted the half-involuntary impulse, Laurie held it fast, and said, with a manly gravity she had never seen in him before...
Her response was unexpected. Dropping into a low chair, she buried her face in her hands and burst into a passion of tears. Aghast, he stared at her, while from the corner the hag stared at them both. Laurie dropped on his knees beside Doris and seized her hands, his heart shaking under a new fear.
The way people tag at my heels drives me almost crazy sometimes. You wouldn't like to have some one dogging your footsteps from morning until night, would you?" "I'm afraid I shouldn't," admitted Mr. Hazen. For an interval Laurie was silent; then he glanced up with one of his swift, appealing smiles. "There, there, Mr. Hazen!" he said with winning sincerity. "Forgive me. I didn't mean to be cross.
Julia Clow has been teaching it since Myra took ill, but she's going to town for the winter and we'll have to get somebody else." "I heard that Mrs. Laurie Jamieson wanted it," said Anne. "The Jamiesons have come to church very regularly since they moved to the Glen from Lowbridge." "New brooms!" said Miss Cornelia dubiously. "Wait till they've gone regularly for a year."
"I want to win my way just as you and Dad have done just as Ted Turner is going to do. I want to find out what is in me and what I can do with it." Grandfather Fernald rubbed his hands. "Bully for you, Laurie! Bully for you!" he ejaculated. "That's the true Fernald spirit.
Laurie then was not in the most favorable of moods to receive the dicta of the Vicar. They were announced to him immediately after Mrs. Baxter had received from Maggie's hands her first cup of tea. "Mr. Rymer tells me it's all nonsense," she said. Laurie looked up. "What?" he said. "Mr. Rymer tells me Spiritualism is all nonsense.
The next thing of which she was aware was Maggie bending over her. "Asleep, Auntie dear?" said the girl softly. The old lady murmured something. Then she sat up, suddenly. "No, my dear. Have you finished dinner?" "Yes, Auntie." "Where's Laurie? I should like to see him for a minute." "Not tonight, Auntie; you're too tired. Besides, I think he's gone to the smoking-room." She acquiesced placidly.
Couldn't we invent a rich relation, who shall obligingly die out there in Germany, and leave him a tidy little fortune?" said Laurie, when they began to pace up and down the long drawing room, arm in arm, as they were fond of doing, in memory of the chateau garden. "Jo would find us out, and spoil it all.
"Some great new spiritual force," says Professor Laurie, "was needed to reform society and the education of the young. That force was at hand in Christianity; and if it very early assumed a negative, if not a prohibitory, attitude to the old learning, it may be conceded that this was an inevitable step in the development of a new ethical idea."
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