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Dunke burst from the front door, scarce a dozen paces from her. There was a kind of lurid fury in his eyes. He was as ravenously fierce as a wolf balked of its kill. She chose that moment to call him. "Mr. Dunke!" Her voice struck him into a sort of listening alertness, and again she pronounced his name. "You, Miss Kinney here?" he asked in amazement. "Yes Miss Kinney."
He is a Harvard man, and his manner was most polite. That," explained Kinney, "is one way you can always tell a real swell. They're not high and mighty with you. Their social position is so secure that they can do as they like. For instance, did you notice that he smoked a pipe?" I said I had not noticed it.
You may involve us both most unpleasantly." "You are not involved in any way," protested Kinney. "As soon as we reach New Bedford you can slip on shore and wait for me at the hotel. When I've finished with these gentlemen, I'll join you." "Finished with them!" I exclaimed. "What do you mean to do to them?" "Arrest them!" cried Kinney sternly, "as soon as they step upon the wharf!"
It might be a civil suit, or his chauffeur may have hit somebody." Kinney shook his head sadly. "Excuse me," he said, "but I fear you lack imagination. Those men are rascals, dangerous rascals, and the woman is their accomplice. What they have done I don't know, but I have already learned enough to arrest them as suspicious characters. Listen! Each of them has a separate state-room forward.
It's a lonesome life for a woman; and if a little music can make it any better, why not have it? That's the way I look at it." "A wise and generous theory," I assented. "And Mrs. Kinney plays well. I am not learned in the science of music, but I should call her an uncommonly good performer. She has technic and more than ordinary power."
In this region Kinney found himself at home, and praised its neat perfection with professional intelligence. Bartley followed them round with Flavia on his arm, and put in a jocose word here and there, when he saw Kinney about to fall a prey to his respect for Marcia, and so kept him going till Ricker rang.
He's been wounded shot mebbe and the wound broke out on him again so that he bled to death." "It's all a daze to me. Who is the other man if he isn't Kinney?" "We're coming to that. I'm beginning to see daylight," said Steve, gently. "Let's run over this thing the way it might be.
As she entered the pew and sat down by the side of her mother, slanting sunbeams from the southern windows fell upon her head, lighting up the bright hair till it looked like a saintly halo. Elder Kinney sat in the pulpit, with his best loved friend, Elder Williams, who was to preach that day and perform the marriage ceremony.
It isn't that either of us has lost interest." The doctor rather liked the geologist's scientific way of stating the case, even though it meant hearing things he already knew. Kinney watched and waited and listened intently. "You remember, of course, what sort of a man I got in touch with.
Bartley looked at his resentful back. He saw that he was hurt, and he surmised that Kinney suspected him of making fun of his eccentricities to Mrs. Macallister. He had laughed at Kinney, and tried to amuse her with him; but he could not have made this appear as harmless as it was.
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