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He was going to open it only a few inches, to peer out, but Baxter threw his weight against the portal, sending the lawyer backwards and bumping into Jesse Pelter. "Hi, what's this?" stammered Belright Fogg. "What do you mean by " He got no further, for at that instant Dick came into the apartment, closely followed by the two policemen. At once there was a wild commotion.
Crabtree can interview your mother-yes," put in Mumps, who had just appeared. "Baxter, there's no use in beating around the bush. Crabtree is bound to marry Mrs. Stanhope, and Dora may as well know it now as later." "That man will never marry my mother with my consent!" burst out the unhappy girl. "She probably won't ask your consent," sneered Mumps. "She would not marry him if I was with her.
Bell, Brailsford, Dougherty, Rumbert, and Baxter, who, with myself, grouped near him, all are in the grave, save only I, and, standing a few weeks since by the fresh mould that covers Joseph H. Lumpkin, and yesterday by the grave of Bell, my mind wandered back to the old State House, and to those who were with me there.
He is almost as much of a rascal as any of them, for he is to take their power of attorney dated some days back, and is going to try to prove an alibi for them. I heard 'em arrange the whole thing." "The rascals!" murmured Baxter. "Glad you cornered 'em, Dick." "You helped, Dan I shan't forget that," returned Dick, warmly. "What do you want us to do?" asked one of the policemen.
Theodosia Baxter had come back from her travelings to this small ancestral town with a mildly disturbing taste in her mouth. "Settling down" at thirty-six was not at all to her mind; she would not settle down! "If I catch you doing it, Theodosia Baxter!" she said. "If I catch you growing old! The minute you feel it coming on, you pack up and start for Rome! Or Paris! Or Turkistan!
"I'd rather go to the hotel you named ... but thank the boys for me." I contended with Penton Baxter for the privilege of carrying his two grips. They were so heavy that they dragged my shoulders down, but, with an effort, I threw my chest out, and walked, straight and proud, beside him. As we walked he questioned and questioned.
Even a small quantity of it, dropped in the heart of a large blaze, will stop combustion." "And that's what I want," declared Tom. "I think I shall go ahead now, and proceed with the manufacture of the stuff on a large scale." "And what do you propose doing with it?" asked Mr. Baxter. "I'm going to sell the patent and the idea that goes with it to as many large cities as I can," Tom answered.
The pranks of Penrod Schofield are merely those of Tom Sawyer repeated in another town, without the touches of poetry or of the informing imagination lent by Mark Twain. The sighs of "Silly Bill" Baxter at first diverting, it is also true are exorbitantly multiplied till reality drops out of the semblance.
And alas for Paul's good resolutions! at the station of Langres-Marne, a mile from the old cathedral town itself, he left the train, taking only a big Gladstone bag with him, and sent Baxter on alone to Paris, to wait until he should arrive.
But, in taking leave of Richard Baxter, our last words must not be those of censure. Admiration and reverence become us rather. He was an honest man. So far as we can judge, his motives were the highest and best which can influence human action.
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