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"I don't know for certain, Mr. Alymer, but I can guess.","My poor uncle," he said in a low voice. "I cannot tell you what I feel. Etwald telegraphed to me the first thing in the morning, and I came down by the earliest train there was. Poor Maurice!--and we parted in anger.","Yes, he's a wonder," he said, cracking nuts studiously. "I hope he's as good on breakfasts as he used to be.",It was the evening of the next day. Frank Stanhope lay on a couch in a darkened room, a black bandage across his eyes. Erie Landon sat beside him, holding his hand. The pungent odor of ether hung in the air. Out in the dining room old Doctor Allworth, from Bridgetown, was discussing with the specialist things known only to those men of science.,"I have!" cried the delighted lawyer, "and whether he left you much or little nobody can dispute your claim. Young man, shake hands again!","Because I have just been talking about it with Dr. Etwald.",“I like ‘Ladybird,’ but not ‘bully,’” the little girl returned shyly.,"No," he said in a firm voice to all three. "I accept. I shall defend Max Etwald.",Anson almost sobbed his relief. "I'll do it," he agreed. "What is it you want'a know, Bill?","Return to my house and see Etwald!",Mother went about, uncovering mirrors and furniture until the room which was called the white salon showed all white and yellow, with its gilding and its silken damask cushions gleaming in the strong September sunlight.,"Nolly is waking up. I am afraid we sha'n't have that auto da fe, after all," says Jack in a tone of rich disappointment. "I feel as if we are going to be done out of a good thing.".