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'Tis good theology, yon wise saying of the silly street: 'We are all in the same boat. Don't rock the boat!" When Peter had gone, McClintock's feeble hands, on the wheel-rims, pushed his chair to the wall and took from a locked cabinet an old and faded daguerreotype of a woman with smiling eyes. He looked at it long and silently, and fell asleep there, the time-stained locket in his hands.
The shock of this information loosened Spurlock's grip on the dog, who bolted out of the kitchen and out of the house, maintaining his mile-a-minute gait until he reached the jungle muck, where he proceeded to neutralize the poison with which he had been lathered by rolling in the muck. But they found him on the veranda when they returned from McClintock's that evening. He had forgiven everybody.
As they spun along, for the five-o'clock train was still to be caught, the elder man poured out all the news of the town; J. P.'s last great speech, Algonquin's lacrosse victories, the latest battle in the session, for Jock McPherson was still a valiant and stubborn objector, the last tea-meeting at McClintock's Corners, where the Highland Quartette, of whom Lawyer Ed was leader, had sung, the errand over to Indian Head, where he had just been, etc., etc.
There followed a silence which endured several minutes; or, rather a tableau. The candles for McClintock never used oil in his dining room were burning low in the sconces. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. McClintock's astonishment merged into a state of mild hypnosis. That any human being could conceive and execute such a thing!
You will flock with the thieves." "I will," said Mitchell grimly. "My cousin had quite supplanted me with my so-called Uncle McClintock. The old dotard would have left him every cent, except for that calf-love affair of Stan's with the Selden girl. Some reflections on the girl's character had come to McClintock's ears." "Mitchell," said Joey, "before God, you make me sick!"
At the same time, if one of the Elders were to suggest, tactfully, to Mr. McClintock that he have the upper set tightened it might be well. Her graceless nephew was understood to murmur something about "too hot to fight." "As for Mr. McClintock's ideas," pursued Aunt Caroline, "they are quite beautiful.
One read: "To team and driver to Big Baldy post office, $4." "That item's all right," said Martin; "I drove him there myself. But here's the joke." He handed the second bill to Thorne: "To saddle horse Big Baldy to McClintock claim, $2." "Why," said Martin, "when we got to Big Baldy he put his saddle on one of the driving horses and rode it about a mile over to McClintock's.
From McClintock's came an infernal tinkle-tinkle, tump-tump! There was no composing with such a sound hammering upon the ear. But eventually Spurlock laughed. Not so bad. Battle, murder, and sudden death and an old chap like McClintock tuning his piano in the midst of it. He made a note of the idea and stored it away.
"But why? In the name of God, why? Your flesh and blood! Have you never loved anything?" "Are you indeed my daughter's lawful husband?" Enschede countered. "I am. You will find the proof in McClintock's safe. You called her a wanton!" "Because I had every reason to believe she was one. There was every indication that she fled the island in company with a dissolute rogue."
A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city at night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it! ... It kind of terrifies me," said Ruth, looking up, first at the face of her husband, then at McClintock's.
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