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She held out her hand "I hope you don't think me too awful. My name's Caroline Smith. How do you do?" They shook hands. Maggie, still bewildered by sleep, said, stammering, "Won't you sit down? I beg your pardon. My aunts " "Oh, it isn't the aunts I wanted to see," replied Miss Smith, laughing so that a number of little bracelets jingled most tunefully together. "I came to see you.
Told there was a factory somewhere in this part of the world that had to do with shipping, and have walked down from London. Took six days, mind; don't forget that. And a devilish long walk, too, I reckon! But that's by the way. Your name's Sam Sam Robinson. Mine Bill Jones.... Our friends are ahead of us. Come along."
"Barry," said the deputy, "don't make no play when I tell you who I am; I don't mean you no harm, but my name's Matthews, and " he drew back the flap of his vest enough to show the glitter of his badge of office. All the time his little beady eyes watched Barry with bird-like intentness. The rider made not a move.
But when the second officer left him, and he was steeped once more in the fresh breeze and the sunshine, with his shoulders braced against the chart-house, he looked at a smoke trail on the horizon far away to the west. "Queenstown!" he chuckled. "Not this journey not if my name's Jimmie Coke, the man 'oo is stannin' on all that is left of 'is 'ard-earned savin's.
Why, all over this state of Colorado you're known as the whitest of the white. Your name's a byword for all that's square an' big an' splendid. But you're so blinded by your worship of that wild boy that you're another man in all pertainin' to him. I don't want to harp on his short-comm's. I'm for the girl. She doesn't love him. She can't.
"I dunno but I have," he answered slowly. "Uh course I don't know yore name even, an' a man's got to be careful how he " "Oh, that'll be all right," interrupted Stratton, his white teeth showing briefly in a smile. "I'll leave you a deposit. My name's Bob Green, though folks mostly call me Buck. I've got a notion to ride over to the Shoe-Bar and see if they know anything about Joe."
Sinnet asked presently, after drinking a very small portion of liquor, and tossing some water from the pannikin after it. "You're sure Greevy killed your boy, Buck?" "My name's Buckmaster, ain't it Jim Buckmaster? Don't I know my own name? It's as sure as that. My boy said it was Greevy when he was dying. He told Bill Ricketts so, and Bill told me afore he went East.
"Her name's Billie Dore." "Billie?" "Billie." "Billie!" said Lord Marshmoreton softly. "I had better write it down. And her address?" "I don't know her private address. But you could always reach her at the Regal Theatre." "Ah! She is on the stage?" "Yes. She's in my piece, 'Follow the Girl'." "Indeed! Are you a playwright, Mr. Bevan?" "Good Lord, no!" said George, shocked. "I'm a composer."
Hignett was annoyed. Her mornings were sacred. "Didn't you tell him I was not to be disturbed?" "I did not. I loosed him into the parlor." The staff remained for a moment in melancholy silence, then resumed. "He says he's your nephew. His name's Marlowe." Mrs. Hignett experienced no diminution of her annoyance.
My name's Barnes, and I was to wait here for Mr. Van Alstyne." "Barnes!" I repeated. "Then you're the doctor." He grinned, and stood turning his hat around in his hands. "Not exactly," he said.
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