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"They're made that way." "You don't mean it!" "The best thing for 'em is hotel keeping." "Eh!" "Nothing like it, you can take my word. 'Pemberton's Hotel. Pemberton and Buckingham, Owners and Proprietors. B. Corliss, Manager. Peace, Propriety, and Patronage. Aye, that's it. They get restless. If they elopes, let 'em keep a hotel. Nothing like it." "Whew, whew!" whistled Andrew McCulloch.
Valentine Corliss spared the fraction of a second for another glance at the rose in the waste-basket. The girl saw him before she reached the table, gave a little gasp of surprise, and halted with one hand carried prettily to her breast. "Oh!" she said impulsively; "I beg your pardon. I didn't know there was I was looking for a book I thought I "
And Sundown wormed his length between the wires and straightened up, extending a tanned and hairy paw. "Shake, pardner! Say, you're lookin' gorjus!" "My wife," said Corliss. Sundown doffed his sombrero sweepingly. "Welcome to Arizona, ma'am." "This is my friend, Washington Hicks, Margery." "Yes, ma'am," said Sundown. "It ain't my fault, neither.
Fair and flaxen-haired, typically Saxon, was the likeness she had drawn, filled out largely with knowledge gained from her father and from old Andy of the Dyea Post. The discussion had then turned upon the race in general, and Frona had said things in the heat of enthusiasm which affected the more conservative mind of Corliss as dangerous and not solidly based on fact.
"Well, I'll divvy up give you five hundred if you'll come in on it." Again Fadeaway shook his head. "It's too risky, Billy. 'Course you mean all right but I reckon you ain't got nerve enough to put her through." "I haven't!" flashed Corliss. "Try me!" "And make a get-away," continued the cowboy. "I wouldn't want to see you pinched."
"I don't know what she said to you," said Corliss, glancing at his brother. "But I know this: she didn't say anything that wasn't so. If that's the reason you left home, it was a mighty poor one. You've always had your own way, Will." "Why shouldn't I? Who's got anything to say about it? You seem to think that I always need looking after you and Nell Loring. I can look after myself."
Cora exclaimed. "I hope Mr. Corliss will burn it if he doesn't sell it." "He might want to live here himself." "He!" Cora emitted a derisive outcry. Her mother gave her a quick, odd look, in which there was a real alarm. "What is he like, Cora?" "Awfully foreign and distinguished!" This brought Hedrick to confront her with a leap as of some wild animal under a lash.
"Well, if it isn't important, what difference does it make whether I give it or not?" She flung up her arms as in despairing appeal for patience. "It is important to him! Richard will do it if you will be secretary of the company: he promised me. Mr. Corliss told me your name was worth everything here: that men said downtown you could have been rich long ago if you hadn't been so square.
Corliss, however, had been gazing at the lean stovepipe for hours before he finally decided that there was smoke rising from it. He knocked a second time. "She ain't locked," came in a rusty, smothered voice. Corliss shoved the door open with his knee. The interior was heavy with smoke. Near the stove knelt Sundown trying to encourage the smoke to more perpendicular behavior. He coughed.
"It's no go, Tommy," Jacob Welse admonished. "You can't cash excuses here." "But, mon! It doesna need discreemeenation " "That'll do!" from Corliss. "You're coming." "I'll naething o' the sort. I'll " "Shut up!" Del had come into the world with lungs of leather and larynx of brass, and when he thus jerked out the stops the Scotsman quailed and shrank down. "Oyez! Oyez!"
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