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"Aw, he's only had too much to eat," declared Blair, in answer to Lane's solicitation. "How's that, Red?" asked Lane, sitting down on the bed beside Payson. "It's nothing, Dare.... I'm just all in," replied Red, with a weary smile. "I telephoned Doc Bronson to come out," said Blair, "and look us over. That made Red as sore as a pup. Isn't he the limit?
Bennett had just left, having waited for me in the front office for some time." "Is the communicating door between the office and your consulting room kept locked when you are absent?" "No, never." "Then a patient could enter your consulting room without disturbing your housekeeper?" "Yes." "Did you see Mrs. Bennett waiting on Mrs. Lane's doorstep?"
During all this time, neither of the young men looked towards each other, but each paced rapidly over a little space of ground, backwards and forwards, with agitated steps though evidently with an effort to seem composed. "Ready," said Lane's second, at length, close to his ear. The young man started, and his cheek blanched to a pale hue. He had been thinking of his father and mother.
The Dev is a malignant spirit, one of the class called jinn by the Arabs, vide Lane's "Arabian Nights," vol. i. p. 30. The jinn or genii, however, occasionally behave very handsomely towards the human race, more especially towards those of the Muhammadan faith. The Ghul is a foul and intensely wicked spirit, of an order inferior to the jinn.
Lane's wound, reopened by his exertions in escaping to Washington, kept him helpless on a bed of suffering during the riots and for weeks thereafter. Then he was granted a long furlough, which he spent chiefly with his family at the North. Like Strahan he felt that Merwyn had won Marian fairly.
And so, at length, Lane's black demon of despair overthrew even his thoughts of Mel, and fettered him there, in darkness and strife of soul. He was an atom under the grinding, monstrous wheels of his morbid mood.
"Who wanted to get off at Lane's Corners?" he called, when he had stopped the car at the big white sign post. "Why, goodness, all my passengers are leaving me! Here, lad, catch this," he shouted to Bob, picking up Sunny Boy and pretending to toss him to Bob, who was waiting for them.
Says Burton, September 29th . "Perhaps it will be best to let sing his song. has no end of enemies, and I can stir up a small wasp's nest without once appearing in the matter. The best answer will be showing up a few of Lane's mistakes, but this must be done with the greatest care, so that no hole can be picked in the critique.
Hicklin never kept cash over night in his house. He lived too near the border. Brown called his men from their looting and ordered them to the next house which he had marked for assault the house of James Lane, three-quarters of a mile away. They smashed Lane's door and took him a prisoner with Dr. Erwin, a guest of the family.
The secret of the club-rooms, so far as girls were concerned, never became fully known to Middleville gossips. Strange and contrary rumors were rife for a long time, but the real truth never leaked out. There was never any warrant sworn for Lane's arrest.
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