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You come and make me a proposition to pump water for you and the fifty a month is for the water. That's business. Loring ain't said nothin' about buyin' water from me, so you get it.
Sir Nigel Loring lived for many years, full of honor and laden with every blessing. He rode no more to the wars, but he found his way to every jousting within thirty miles; and the Hampshire youth treasured it as the highest honor when a word of praise fell from him as to their management of their horses, or their breaking of their lances.
"All right, spaceboy!" he grated. "Hold it or I'll freeze you stiff!" Bangs stopped and stared at the gun and at Jardine who was slumped on the deck. Mason rushed past him to the controls. "What is this?" demanded Bangs. "An old game," explained Loring with a sneer. "It's called 'You've got it and I take it. And if you don't like it, you get it." He gestured with his gun. "You get it with this."
The special place which his daughter had always held in the Ambassador's affections is apparent in the many letters that now followed her to her new home in the United States. To Mrs. Charles G. Loring London, September 1, 1915.
It was death, not life, that opened her eyes. When David Loring lay in his coffin, Robinette's heart was suddenly seized with growing pains. Her vision widened; words and promises took on a new and larger meaning, and she became a serious woman for her years, although there was an ineradicable gaiety of spirit in her that needed only sunshine to make it the dominant note of her nature.
Why should she have flung herself between him and the desperadoes at that perilous moment and thrown her arms around him unless unless she was the girl he had been making love to, in broken Spanish, during the fiesta at Tucson? He would not have let Loring know where he was going, or why, for a good deal. But once away from him, Blake was alone with no one to interpose objection, and he went.
"Are you going out?" her husband asked. "No. I am going upstairs to Stella." Lady Loring found Miss Eyrecourt in her own room. The little portrait of Romayne which she had drawn from recollection lay on the table before her. She was examining it with the closest attention. "Well, Stella, and what does the portrait tell you?" "What I knew before, Adelaide.
"That you were false to me!" The words caused Miss Loring to spring to her feet. Bright spots burned on her cheeks, and her eyes flashed. "False to you! What did she mean by such words?" was demanded. "It was the entering wedge of suspicion," said Dexter. "But the trick has failed. My heart tells me that you are the soul of honor. If I was disturbed, is that a cause of wonder?
Another minute and Burleigh topples over on the sward, the life blood pouring from his side, and Loring sees that half his fighting force is gone, even as everything begins to swim before his eyes, and the hand that strives to sweep away the blur before his sight, leaves his pallid face smeared with blood.
We were also advised that the Second Infantry, Colonel B. Riley, would be sent out around Cape Horn in sailing-ships; that the Mounted Rifles, under Lieutenant-Colonel Loring, would march overland to Oregon; and that Brigadier-General Persifer F. Smith would come out in chief command on the Pacific coast.
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