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"So do some other things. But a fellow with good eyesight usually comes to himself in the daylight." "Is that true about Spinney?" asked Harlan, scenting mischief and treachery, and not yet enough of a politician to understand instantly just what effect this would have on the situation. "I don't know anything about it," snapped Presson. "I don't care anything about it. It isn't important enough.
After leaving Salt Lake, however, the passage across the desert suddenly loomed up as a terrifying thing. "We started on our passage over this desert in the early morning, trailed all next day and all night, and on the morning of the third day our guide told us that water was still twenty-five miles away. William Harlan here lost his seven yoke of oxen.
Deveny's face changed color. It became bloated with a poisonous wrath, his eyes gleamed evilly and his muscles tensed. He stood, straining against the murder lust that had seized him, almost persuaded to take the slender chance of beating Harlan to his weapon. "You got notions, eh?" he heard Harlan say, jeeringly. "Well, don't spoil 'em.
Robert Harlan, who was brought up in the family of Honorable J.M. Harlan, acquired the fundamentals of the common branches from Harlan's older sons. The young mistress of Mrs. Ann Woodson of Virginia instructed her until she could read in the first reader. Abdy observed in 1834 that slaves of Kentucky had been thus taught to read.
And be prepared for sudden changes, as the almanac says! I tell you, I don't know anything about this Spinney rumor nor I don't care. But it's probably true. Everett has got pledged delegates enough to nominate him by acclamation." "But last night " persisted Harlan. His grandfather interrupted this time.
Presson, interested spectator, looked for the natural outburst of youth at that point. But he stared at the young man, and decided that he truly had inherited the Thornton grit and self-restraint which the Duke seemed now to have lost all at once after all the years. Harlan gazed after his grandfather, lips tightening.
The Duke forestalled those who hastened to greet the veteran. Taking his arm, he marched him promptly across the corridor and into the rear room of State Committee headquarters. He locked the door behind them after Harlan had entered. "I don't think we're exactly ready for that public reception yet," he observed with a chuckle, turning from the door.
He had almost betrayed his resentment to Deveny when in Lamo, on the day of the coming of Harlan, Deveny had boldly announced his intentions toward the girl; and it had been a dread of clashing with Deveny that had kept him from interfering. The will to protect the girl had been in Rogers' mind, but he lacked the physical courage to risk his life for her.
His grandson had not returned to their apartments. But the Duke divined his whereabouts. He had ascertained by the house telephone the number of Linton's room. He tried the door when he arrived there. It was not locked. He entered. Linton was asleep on the bed. Harlan was on a cot. They had taken off only their coats and waistcoats. They did not wake when he came in.
His voice broke, and she waited. "I've come to my senses. Oh, it's no discredit to you that I thought I loved you. I thought so." "Your love would honor any woman, Harlan." He looked at her piteously. He understood how his confession would sound. Only his resolve to be honest with her availed to drive him to the confession he intended to make. "I couldn't say it to some girls," he cried.
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