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But at almost his first step he saw something that changed his gracefully slouching walk into a charging run. The Shadow suddenly had merged with the sentinel. For an instant, in stark silence, the two seemed to cling together. Then the Shadow fled, and the lanky Missourian slumped to the earth in a sprawling heap, his throat cut. The slayer had been a deft hand at the job.
"The Canaan Tigmores are entailed, Mr. Bernique! The next owner may have eyes!" "God grant!" growled Old Bernique. "Grey eyes, eh, Mr. Bernique?" Steering flashed his own eyes smilingly at the French Missourian. The horses were at the sign-post. "Eh, what?" cried Old Bernique, "is it that ?" "We shall meet again, Mr. Bernique?" "I ride east for many a day, I think," said Bernique dubiously.
As he talked, the Missourian led his guest inside a small private office, handed him to a chair and stood up before him, big, colossal, dominating the younger man, or at least meaning to. "I am very rapidly concluding that you are Mr.
The choice of an amanuensis is one very important for a public man, not less so, I imagine, for a military man. Consider the need " "I think that will do, my dear Dunwody," rejoined Carlisle at length, the hot blood in his face. "Frankly, this conversation is unwelcome to me." "I'll tell you what I'll do with you," exclaimed the Missourian suddenly.
It's a right doubtful policy for a man to stir up a rattler till it's crazy, then to turn it loose in his bedroom." The Missourian turned to the business of the hour. "We'll get a posse out after the rustlers right away. Dad. I'll see the boys an' you hustle up some rifles and ammunition." Half an hour later they saw the dust of the cowpunchers taking the trail for the berrendo.
His silence might be indicative of anything. He was afraid the tall silent Missourian might decide to have nothing to do with him, and pictured himself as being brushed rudely aside, being told to mind his own business. Steve knew instinctively how to handle business men. One simply created the notion of money to be made without effort.
But lak I tol' you, he didn' have 'nough money to buy 'em both, so his Uncle John say he'd buy mammy an' den he would loan her over to Marse George fer pappy. An' de fust chile would be Mr. John's, an' de secon' Marse George's, an' likewise. Mammy was a Missourian name Marylin Napier Davenpo't. An' pappy was name Martin Newsome. "Darkies libed in li'l old log houses wid dirt chimbleys.
Have you ever been to New York?" "Oh, good Lord, no!" she answered, as though he had named the ends of the earth. "My mother came from the South she was born in Kentucky that accounts for my name, and my father is a Missourian. Let's see, Yale is in the state of Connecticut, isn't it?" "Connecticut is no longer a state; it is only a suburb of New York City." "Is that so?
For Purcell was a bigoted old Missourian, as courageous and obstinate as perfect health and ignorance could make him. He was quite innocent of any legal knowledge, his own rule of law being to hit a Consolidated head whenever he saw one. Lawyers might argue themselves black in the face without affecting his serenity or his justice.
As the three of us crossed over and took seats on my veranda, we were joined by the neighbor whose garden-trees I have mentioned; the man of whom I have told you, how he failed to strike a bargain with old Manouvrier, the taxidermist. He was a Missourian, in the produce business, a thoroughly good fellow, but well oh !
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