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"He wouldn't go to jail, sir," the Colonel quickly interrupted. "I would ask Jess to leave him here until Court convenes. He would be glad to do that for me." "I know he would," Brent replied with all sincerity. "But we don't need a sheriff yet. Let's wait, and see what turns up!"
Throwing myself upon my knees, I commenced a feverish search, and presently more by good fortune than any thing else my random fingers encountered a soft, silken bundle. When Lisbeth came up, flushed and panting, I held them in my hands. "Give them to me!" she cried. "I'm sorry " "Please," she begged. "I'm very sorry " "Mr. Brent." said Lisbeth, drawing her self up, "I'll trouble you for my them."
Several days passed, and Wilhelm kept a sharp lookout for von Brent, or any other of the Archbishop's men, but he saw none such, nor could he learn that the lieutenant had left the city.
"It isn't ME that's refusin'. All the gentleman said to me was, 'Ye go to the place that's written down on the card and ye sit down there an' wait. And that's all ye do." Ethel again turned to the perplexed Brent: "Eh?" "Extraordinary!" and Brent shook his head. The position was unbearable. Ethel decided instantly how to relieve it.
Thus it was that all his scheming came to an end and his secret from Madagascar, which he had told Brent, but which now lay locked in that mad-man's mind, was stilled with Flint's dead lips. At the chemist's shop Locke was by this time recovering from the terrible ordeal through which he had passed. He bathed his swollen thumbs, and by rubbing them was able somewhat to restore the circulation.
I don't want any underhand business there's enough of that in this rotten place now. And I still think I shall be in!" But before the summer evening had progressed far, Brent learnt that the vested interests of an ancient English borough are stronger than he thought. He was hopelessly defeated only rather more than a hundred voters marked their papers for him.
It's of no special importance, except as giving us a possible clue to her character. She strikes me as interesting and mysterious." Mr. Langhope smiled. "The things your imagination does for you!" "It helps me to see that we may find Miss Brent useful as a friend." "A friend?" "An ally." She paused, as if searching for a word. "She may restore the equilibrium." Mr.
Grant them that and we can also concede a tailor-made ego." "I don't mind admitting I'm scared, Doctor," Brent Taber said. "I think it's a time to be scared." "But if a race of people were that advanced, if their intention is hostile, why do they pussyfoot around this way? Why don't they just come down and take us over?" "I've wondered that, too.
The farmer started to his feet, and stood gazing in the direction from which the cry had come. "It's only a stray dog howling," said Brent. Reinfelter turned toward his wife, and the moonlight showed that his face was white with terror. "De warnoong!" he said, in a low voice. "D'r geishter-shray foon de bairga!" The woman covered her face with her hands, and began trembling and sobbing.
"One of the best-known operators in the market," Howard answered, and his air implied that a lack of knowledge of Mr. Brent was ignorance indeed; "a daring gambler. He cornered cotton once, and raked in over a million. He's a sport, too." "How old is he?" "About forty-three." "Is he married?" inquired Honora. "He's divorced," said Howard.
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