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What other community can lay claim to have had a decisive share in the worldwide efforts that have been exerted for the safeguarding and the extension of the immediate surroundings of its holy shrines, as well as for the preliminary acquisition of the future sites of its international institutions at its world center?
The girl's eyes blazed, again a patchwork, drawing their red center from the sun. "You said you said that it was so hard to make friends with him, like whistling jigs to a milestone ah!" Her own voice was suddenly stony. "Have you oh! have you made any headway since?" "Humph! Yes. I've found out something about him."
Among the crowd was a group of which the center was a young and very pretty girl. A simple white gown became her youth and freshness, and a large white hat with a long white ostrich-feather curled over the brim, shading her piquant face, added to her charm. A few pink roses fastened in her dress were the only color about her, except the roses in her cheeks.
Kid Wolf wrote something with a pencil stub on a bit of paper. When finished, he tossed it to the center of the gold pile, carefully folded. "That calls yo'," he said coolly. "What have yo'?" Nervously, the gambler spread his hand face up on the table. His hands were shaking more than ever. "A king full," he jerked out, wetting his lips.
The anti-slavery conventions and fairs, held every year during the holidays, brought many charming people from other States, and made Boston a social center for the coadjutors of Garrison and Phillips. These conventions surpassed any meetings I had ever attended; the speeches were eloquent and the debates earnest and forcible.
In spite of the protests of his officers, he ordered the reinforcements so recently massed in his center back to strengthen his left; then ordered that the center hold firm at all hazards and against all numbers. He hurried reinforcements from his right to support his center, and having taken these precautions, he was ready to give battle.
The suite at the Hotel Mallory was crowded when Jack Holloway returned with Gerd van Riebeek; it was noisy with voices, and the ventilators were laboring to get rid of the tobacco smoke. Gus Brannhard, Ben Rainsford and Baby Fuzzy were meeting the press. "Oh, Mr. Holloway!" somebody shouted as he entered. "Have you found them yet?" "No; we've been all over Science Center from top to bottom.
Turning to her right, she knocked at a certain door; waited for an answer, but none came; then turned the handle and went in. The Venetian blinds were down here, and the form of a woman was seen lying in the center of a big bed. "Is that you, Elma?" said a voice; and then the head was buried once more in the pillows, and no further notice whatever was taken.
A black opening, through which a strong draft came when the door was opened, showed where once had been a shuttered window. The remains of chairs littered the floor, parts of the bed were scattered around the room, and in the center of the floor was a pile of felt that had once been the stuffing for the mattress. "My God!" cried Marsh, "what has happened?"
"Yes I must be going," said he absently, rising and reaching for his hat on the center table. She stood up, put out her hand. "I'm glad you came." "Thank you," said he, still in the same abstraction. He shook hands with her, moved hesitatingly toward the door. With his hand on the knob he turned and glanced keenly at her.
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