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We landed at the main village about noon the next day, making the trip in a half a day less than I had planned to do. We camped near the old Chief's lodge. The boys commenced to get dinner, and I took the two knives that I had promised the Chief and went to his wigwam. I greeted him with a handshake and handed him the knives wrapped in a paper.
He held in horror those salons where there is no conversation, where no one is acquainted, where, because of the hubbub of the crowd or the stifling silence attending a concert, one cannot exchange either ideas or phrases, not even a furtive handshake, because of the packing and crushing of the guests.
And then, after a warm handshake from his father and a kiss from his mother, Snap almost ran from the house, fearful that he would be late. At the barn where the things had been stored he found Giant and Shep, but nothing was to be seen of Whopper. "I woke him up," said Giant. "Something has gone wrong, or he would be here by this time."
"He told me to tell you that he is the son of the late Wilbur Case, and wishes to see you on important business." The man at the desk drew a long breath and looked up from a slip of paper which he had been studying through a microscope. "Raymond Case, eh? All right, Letty, show him in." In another moment the visitor was in the private office. Adam Adams arose and gave him a warm handshake.
And, Denham, please impress upon her how important it is. She might mislay it or something." Denham promised faithfully, and a few hours later at the station Blue Bonnet was rewarded by a cordial handshake from Alec. "I got the note all right, Blue Bonnet. It was good of you to send it over makes my going away a lot easier. Hope you have a jolly good vacation.
"I believe you are right," said Tom, "and I'm only sorry I can't be here to help ferret the thing out." "I'll write and keep you posted as to my progress," promised Grace, as she said good-bye to Tom at the Harlowe's door, a little later. "Good-bye, Tom. Best wishes to Arnold. I'm sorry I didn't see him again." "Good-night, Grace, and good-bye," said Tom, and with a hearty handshake they parted.
Here we find the hearty handshake, the contagious laugh, faces bright with smiles, a free flow of talk. We see hilarity without vulgarity, wit that sparkles, but does not burn, as when a bright sally directed at some brother's foibles is met with a quick repartee. We listen to anecdotes which cheer and enliven the senses without hurting the conscience or debasing the mind.
She heard it flushing painfully, and, suddenly, with a curt handshake, took her departure. "Almost rude!" Mrs. Small said to Aunt Hester, when June was gone. The proper construction was put on her reception of the news. She was upset. Something was therefore very wrong. Odd! She and Irene had been such friends!
He was a college man, in dress and carriage as like as a pea to the type that of late years is being so generously turned out of our institutions of higher learning. His handshake was satisfyingly strong and stiff. His blue eyes were coldly blue and convincingly sincere. His voice, firm and masculine, clean and crisp of enunciation, was pleasant to the ear.
Daniel got up, and seized Benda’s hand. There was nothing more vanquishing than Benda’s handshake. His good strong right became a vise in which he shook a man’s hand until it became limp, a perfectly delightful benevolence radiating from his eyes in the meanwhile. The two men exchanged the fraternal “thou.”
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