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Down the next ditch rolled the car, rocking to the unevenness of the mountain road. Overland opened the throttle, the machine shot forward, and in a few seconds drew up abreast of the deputy. "Thank you so much, Mr. Summers," said Louise, stepping from the car. "How are you, Mr. Tenlow." "How'do, Miss Lacharme." "Good-bye, Mr. Summers. I enjoyed the ride very much."
A cold shiver ran down Granice's spine, but he repeated obstinately: "That's not Dr. Stell." "Not Stell? Why, man, I know him. Look here he comes. If it isn't Stell, he won't speak to me." The little dried-up man was moving slowly up the aisle. As he neared McCarren he made a slight gesture of recognition. "How'do, Doctor Stell?
Johnson couldn't resist the temptation to let his eyes rest on the underling in a momentary glance of triumph as Congressman Barker hurried up to him, saying: "Why, why, Cornelius, how'do? how'do? Ah, you came about that little matter, didn't you? Well, well, I haven't forgotten you; I haven't forgotten you."
A cold shiver ran down Granice's spine, but he repeated obstinately: "That's not Dr. Stell." "Not Stell? Why, man, I KNOW him. Look here he comes. If it isn't Stell, he won't speak to me." The little dried-up man was moving slowly up the aisle. As he neared McCarren he made a slight gesture of recognition. "How'do, Doctor Stell?
"How'do?" said this one, bowing gracefully to the McTeagues as they stared at him distrustfully. "How'do? They tell me, Doctor, that you are going out of the profession." McTeague muttered indistinctly behind his mustache and glowered at him. "Well, say," continued the other, cheerily, "I'd like to talk business with you.
And how well it talks, how cleverly it picks its words! If du Tillet comes in, it says at once, 'How'do, little swindler! Why, you are as happy as a Dutchman who has grown an unique tulip, as an old nabob pensioned off in Asia by England, when a commercial traveler sells him the first Swiss snuff-box that opens in three places. "You want to win my heart? Well, now, I will tell you how to do it."
He paused long enough to take in the appointments of the place, then, suddenly remembering his manners, he doffed his hat and bowed with old-fashioned courtesy to the splendid proprietor. "Why, how'do, uncle!" said the genial Mr. Turner, extending his hand. "Where did you stray from?" "Howdy, son, howdy," returned the old man gravely. "I hails f'om Miss'ippi myse'f, a mighty long ways f'om hyeah."
Not visiting the sick, without your little black bag?" V. Vivian stood bareheaded at the side of Mr. "How'do, Henrietta? Oh, good afternoon, Miss Heth. No, I I'm down here on other business this time...." Carlisle, her eyes about on a level with the young man's interesting piscatorial necktie, had acknowledged his greeting by the smallest and frigidest inclination of her head.
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