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Charles. [Aside.] I鈥檒l change the conversation. [To Horatia.] You seem much devoted, Miss, to scientific pursuits. If I live to be ninety-nine I shall never forget the tiniest detail. � I beg your pardon, Miss Bodkin, she said, "I didn't know that you were so particularly engaged." At length she rose, and flung the crimson and steel purse down on the table. Willow's library. 色哥哥综合网 The principal mass of materials for this Biography was placed in my hands last summer by the Rev. W. F. Tucker Hamilton, nephew of Charlotte Maria Tucker (A. L. O. E.), and since then many other relatives or friends, both in England and in India, have contributed their share of help, either in the way of written recollections or of correspondence. A paucity of materials exists as to the early part of the life; but in later years the difficulty is of a precisely opposite description, arising from a superabundance of details. Hundreds of letters, more or less interesting in themselves, have had to be put ruthlessly aside, to make room for others of greater interest. From first to last the long series between Charlotte Tucker and her own especial sister-friend, Mrs. Hamilton, takes precedence of all other letters in point of freedom, naturalness, and simplicity. The perfect trust and unshadowed devotion which subsisted between these two form a rare and beautiful picture. The flights were brought to an end by the San Francisco earthquake in April, 1906, which, Montgomery states, 鈥榃rought such a disaster that I had to turn my120 attention to other subjects and let the aeroplane rest for a time.鈥?Montgomery resumed experiments in 1911 in California, and in October of that year an accident brought his work to an end. The report in the American Aeronautics says that 鈥榓 little whirlwind caught the machine and dashed it head on to the ground; Professor Montgomery landed on his head and right hip. He did not believe himself seriously hurt, and talked with his year-old bride in the tent. He complained of pains in his back, and continued to grow worse until he died.鈥? Charles. No, Miss, I tried to serve myself. or VII LILIENTHAL AND PILCHER