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Harris seemed deeply interested in studying the appearance of the man he had come to see so much interest, in fact, that Covington resented his scrutiny and inquired the nature of his business. "Excuse me," Harris said, quickly; "I came to talk over the proposed merger of the New York street railways." "Then you doubtless wish to see Mr. Gorham," Covington replied.
Yet the whole episode amused him hugely. He smiled as he thought of his wife-to-be the future Mrs. John Covington running like a frightened deer from the first situation which took her by surprise! It was not as he had pictured it, but youth is a malady from which one's convalescence is ever speedy, and he could enjoy it while it lasted.
Gorham required some important papers which he had left at his house the night before, and the boy so arranged his arrival that he had the pleasure of seeing Covington depart, although he himself was unobserved. He found Alice deep in the mysterious detail of her growing responsibility, but not at all disturbed to be discovered at her work.
"Then you will undertake it on my terms?" "Yes; give me your check for a thousand dollars and I'll start the ball rolling." "My check?" queried Covington. "I have no doubt currency will be equally acceptable." "Thank you very much," Levy replied, genially, placing the bills carefully within a capacious wallet against the happy hour of five o'clock in Mulligan's conveniently located saloon.
"Is that all?" "Yes," Covington replied; "I am not as avaricious as you are in exacting my pound of flesh. Now, one other thing in order to give good measure: it may interest you to know that Mr. Gorham went over the contract with me yesterday in detail, and he is going to accept it as it stands, paying you the price you named." "You saw what it stipulated, Covington?
Parson Evans's "seese and putter" were the bitterest ingredients in Falstaff's dose of humiliation. "Yankee twang" and "Southern drawl" incited as well as echoed hostility. Borderers are seldom friends. "An Attic neighbor" is a Greek proverb. Kentucky and Ohio frown at each other across the river. Cincinnati looks down on Covington, and Covington glares at Cincinnati.
"It is he?" exclaimed Marie. "It it is quite a surprise." She blushed. "I I do not understand why he is here." "It should not be difficult to understand," ventured Marie. To that madame made no reply. It was clear enough what Marie meant. It was a natural enough mistake. To her, Monsieur Covington was still the husband of madame. She had stood in the little chapel in Paris when madame was married.
"It's just the outside of him. The man you call Covington the man inside is another man." "It's the real man," declared Peter. "Yes," she nodded, with a catch in her voice. "That's the real man. But don't you understand? it was n't that man who married me. It was Monte who married me to escape Covington. He trusted me not to disturb the real man, just as I trusted him not to disturb the real me."
If the matter could be dropped here, he would have learned a useful lesson; and then, too, the interview had not been without a suggestion which was well worth following up. It occurred to Covington, in view of Brady's remark, that he had been unpardonably obtuse in neglecting to acquaint himself with the details of Mrs. Gorham's early life.
It, of course, half smothered me, but there seemed no choice between that and freezing to death, so I patiently accepted my fate. THE next day being Saturday, and the mercury still standing at seven degrees above zero, I walked to Covington, and crossed the suspension- bridge to Cincinnati.
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