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"I don't guess you're crazy to work under Bently Brown," he finally managed to slide into the uproar. "Do I get you as meaning to stick with me wherever I go?" "You get us that way or you get licked," Weary, the mild-tempered one, stated flatly. "You can fire us and send us home, but you can't walk off and leave us with the Acme, 'cause we won't stay."
It wus made with a bask. When the news got out that I wus goin' to Washington on a tower, the neighbors all wanted to send errents by me. Betsey Bobbet wanted me to go to the Patent Office, and get her two Patent-office books, for scrap-books for poetry. Uncle Jarvis Bently wanted me to go to the Agricultural Bureau, and get him a paper of lettis seed.
"That was a queer affair throughout, wasn't it? and the story about the Bently woman is another it got into the papers in spite of all old Vanderheck's efforts to bribe the reporters to silence. Do you credit the theory that the same woman was concerned in both swindles?" "I hardly know what to think about it," Ray answered. "We do not even know yet whether the cross belongs to us; but Mr.
"It's a wonder you wouldn't have jarred loose from some of that wisdom," Luck observed tartly. "You never gave me any dope at all on this Bently Brown person. You handed me the junk he stung you on and believe me, as drama he'd have stung you with it as a present! you handed it to me to film. I made the most of it." "You made a mess of it," Martinson corrected peevishly.
He was the High Priest of Boston conservatism; the presiding genius of Philistia; and until the St. Filipe Club entered a protest against him by refusing to admit him to membership, his power had scarcely received a blow. Tom Bently always insisted, with much profanity, that Mr. Peter Calvin was a joke.
My husband at first thought it unsafe to remain in the house that night; the poor whites were heavily armed and were likely to do most anything. They had already fired into several houses in the neighborhood. Some one rapped at the door. I was too frightened to move. My husband finally opened the door, and in staggered Joe Bently, bleeding profusely from a large gash in his forehead.
He missed no opportunities through neglect, and he never left undone anything which was likely to tell for his own advantage. He had once before called upon the world to admire his work on the completion of his masterpiece, a figure called Hop Scotch, representing according to Bently "a tenement-house girl having a fit on the sidewalk."
Jim Bently, by the way, wasn't interested in their 'damned silliness'. Andy noticed an empty treacle-tin the sort with the little tin neck or spout soldered on to the top for the convenience of pouring out the treacle and it struck him that this would have made the best kind of cartridge-case: he would only have had to pour in the powder, stick the fuse in through the neck, and cork and seal it with bees'-wax.
"Meaning," said Arthur Fenton, entering and with his usual quickness seizing the thread of conversation at once, "that some woman critic or other hit the weak spot in Fred's last book." "Hallo, Fenton," called Bently, in his usual explosive fashion. "I haven't seen you this long time. I did not know whether you were dead or alive." "Oh, as usual, occupying a middle ground between the two.
Bently soon became the subject of remark among his acquaintances at the hotel, and they predicted that the fair and wealthy widow would soon capture the gallant and successful broker. Six weeks spent in the attractive widow's society convinced Justin Cutler that she was as lovely in character as in person. She was remarkably sweet-tempered, very devout, and charitable beyond degree.
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