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"For God's sake," exclaimed Kenny with a feeling of guilt, "what's the matter? Are you laughing or choking?" "I'm laughing," said Adam, shaking with mirth. "Kenny, I'm just laughing." "Well," said Kenny huffily, "laugh your head off if you want to. I mean what I say." The old man chuckled. "I'd be disappointed," he said, "if you didn't." Kenny stared at him in intense disgust.
It came over his rider with a sickening wave of apprehension and disgust that the unscrupulous negro, taking advantage of his plight, had sold him what the southern darky calls an ornery mule, a mule that charged forward with fiery snorts and halted only when it pleased him, kicked backward when he did stop and plunged forward immediately afterward with a horrible air of purpose. Kenny groaned.
Horribly depressed he thumped on the wall for Garry, who came at once, wondering wryly if Brian had come in and the need again was mediation. "You might as well know," began Kenny at once, "that Brian didn't go up to Reynolds for me this noon " Garry stared. "It was a lie," flung out Kenny with a jerk, "a damnable, deliberate, indecent lie. Whitaker says he's gone for good."
She started off toward her own gate, but stopped as he called out to her. "Wait! Are you sure your mother will approve of your " "Of course she will!" she flung back at him. "She doesn't mind our being friendly. Only," and she came back a few steps, "I am afraid she will never be friends with you, Kenny. I am sorry." He was silent.
He waited with a fierce hurt challenge in his eyes for irreverence and incredulity and even perhaps good-natured jeers, but Garry, sensing something big and unfamiliar, held out his hand. Kenny wrung it in passionate relief. "What's my balance?" he demanded. "I'm sorry I forgot that, Kenny. It's eight hundred and forty odd dollars." "As usual," bristled Kenny, "they're lying."
She held back. "If anything happens to her and you could have " she began, a threat in her dark, harassed eyes. "I had no idea she would start at such an unearthly hour. I had made up my mind to go with her, whether or not. Didn't she tell you she had made an affidavit against Martin Hawk?" "No. The sheriff was up here last night, just after supper, but, Oh, Kenny, what is it all about?"
Frank worked his stiffened face to relieve the feeling of cold contorted rubber and followed Kenny up the path. Light glimmered dimly through the jungle of frost upon the shack window. Fronded whitely by the sleet, the panes loomed out of the dark like an incandescent series of camera plates, bizarre and oriental. Frank shivered in the wind. Doctor Cole opened the door.
As it is, you'll probably be laid up only a few days." "I told you I wasn't so badly hurt " "God's good to the Irish. Where's your bathroom?" With a gesture Kenny indicated its location. "And handkerchiefs ?" "Upper bureau drawer in the bedroom." In a twinkling P. Sybarite was off and back again with materials for an antiseptic wash and a rude bandage.
He's been sick for weeks. Typhoid." "And in the meantime?" The shaft went home. Kenny sent for a model and sent her home. "She was too ornamental and decidedly sympathetic," he explained gloomily to Garry. "I'm just in the mood to make a colossal fool of myself. She was the sort of girl you'd invite to tea to meet your brother's wife." "Kenny!" "She was!" insisted Kenny.
The Suffrage Map when Congress submitted the Federal Amendment June 4, 1919. John M. Kenny, an officer of the State Equal Suffrage Association from 1914 until the ratification of the Federal Suffrage Amendment in 1920. Through the combined efforts of the joint chairmen of the campaign Committee, Mrs. Kenny and Mrs. Milton, and the association of which Mrs.
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