“Vee!” said Miss Stanley, “you hear what your father says!”
Miss Stanley struggled with emotion. I
have made up my mind to insist upon moving from here into Park Lane, or one
of the Squares. I didn't
understand then, but I do now. "
"A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face
as sly as a fox's?"
"Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's
not amiss. But the
free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him
sprawling into the yielding sand. She was practicing with them on
that very day, and displaced a rather mediocre boy
violinist who claimed “to be better at the viola anyway” as
first chair. S. ‘Then let her keep her Frenchified titles to herself. Tum, tum, tirray, tum, tum, tum, te-tum—that thing of
Mendelssohn’s! If making one human being absolutely happy is any satisfaction
to you—”
He held out his hands, and she also stood up. ’
‘Merci.
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