He looked in, as apparently Miss Edmonds had done before him.
Harding stood up and began moving towards the rear where Edmonds sat.
Edmonds sent the money, and on Wednesday called at Smith's office, expecting to be repaid.
“Edmonds, who holds his mortgage, would let him have it,” Sproatly explained.
Mr. Edmonds was not one to become politically listless and apathetic.
When Edmonds came in he turned to the money-lender with anxiety in his face.
That smile was sufficient—it was the very smile of Miss Edmonds, the same happy smile which had so pleased my fancy years ago.
Edmonds had very little doubt as to what the decision would be.
As I bowed low in acknowledgement of the gift, Miss Edmonds, with a few kind words, dismissed me to my seat.
And we shall know how to suffer for Edmonds sake if the day comes.