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However, he decided that there would be other ways of plundering his new acquaintance. He took his seat again next to the miner. "It is not very late," he said. "Would you like a run out to Central Park or to Grant's Tomb?" "Not today. I feel rather tired. By the way, you did not mention your name." "I haven't a card with me, but my name is Louis Wheeler." "Where do you live, Mr. Wheeler?"
He merely showed his card to acquaint the man with his profession, and curtly asked: "What did the fellow want who was just in here?" The shopkeeper seemed embarrassed. "It's a long story," he stammered. "Then tell it!" said Lecoq, surprised at the man's hesitation. "Oh, it's very simple. About twelve days ago a man entered my shop with a bundle under his arm.
His having been in the asylum of Jorce is a strong card for him to play. Good-day, Mr. Denzil. I'll see you to-night at nine o'clock sharp." "Good-day," replied Lucian, and the pair parted for the time being. Lucian did not go near Diana that day.
Now, let me mark your card for you?" "No," said the man, "what you all say is reasonable, I see that; but, somehow, I rather fancy Fides best." I've forgotten now whether Fides won or not, and whether she landed the man who just fancied her without knowing why a winner or sent him home broke.
The Countess Martin recognized at once a banal and doubtful collection; she felt bored among the multitude of little Parrocels, showing in the darkness a bit of armor and a white horse. A valet presented a card. The Prince read aloud the name of Jacques Dechartre. At that moment he was turning his back on the two visitors.
At times he went alone to his room at the top of the house and buried himself in books. On Saturday evenings he had a debauch and with a group of friends from town sat at a card table in the long parlour playing poker and drinking highballs. Laura Ormsby, Margaret's mother, had never seemed a real part of the life about her. Even as a child the daughter had thought her hopelessly romantic.
Ought to start right early in the morning, though." "Do you suppose you could get us over to your house to-night?" asked Mr. Gordon quickly. "There are a good many of us " "How many in the party?" asked the young man. "My name's Jaroth Fred Jaroth." Mr. Gordon handed him his card and said: "There are four girls, four boys, and myself. Quite a party." "That is all right, Mr.
Then the prince Odysseus of many counsels himself spake among them saying: 'Ye maidens of Odysseus, the lord so long afar, get ye into the chambers where the honoured queen abides, and twist the yarn at her side, and gladden her heart as ye sit in the chamber, or card the wools with your hands; but I will minister light to all these that are here.
I ventured, in answer to her inquiring gaze that played from my card to my face. For a fleeting instant she looked startled. Yet she betrayed nothing as to whether it was fear or surprise. "I have called his office several times," she replied, "but no one answered. Even Senor Sandoval was not there." I felt that she was countering as cleverly as I might lead. "Then you know Mr. Sandoval also?"
She thought that a propitious time to explain the inscription she put on the card. "Ah, thin," I said, "shure it's thrue what ye always say." "What's that, dear?" "It's nice t' be nice." Jamie and Anna kept the Sabbath. It was a habit with them and the children got it, one after another, as they came along. When the town clock struck twelve on Saturday night the week's work was done.
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