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Wasn't quite O. K. of her to listen to the knocks that er Dink Pawson kept giving you." "Pink Dawson!" a world of contempt would be in Johnny's tones "Poor white trash! That's what he was. Had five hundred acres of farming land, though; and that counted. Maybe I'll have a chance to get back at him some day. The Dawsons weren't anybody. Everybody in Alabama knows the Atwoods.
George with Todd and the four dogs six in all arrived, despite Kate's protestations, on foot. Pawson met him at the door. He had thought this all out while St. George was at Wesley and had moved in without notifying him, that being the best way to solve the problem St. George still retaining his bedroom and dining-room and the use of the front door. Jemima, too, had gone.
The silks were the very things he needed to help him solve one of his greatest difficulties. Pawson had not known him perhaps the others would not: he might even offer the silks to his father without being detected.
That's not only my own opinion, but the opinion of every man whom I have seen, and there was quite an angry mob when I reached the teller's window this morning. That is your own opinion also, is it not, Mr. Pawson? your legal summing up, I mean."
And it was the same unknown gentleman who figured as "the much-obliged friend," Pawson conducting the negotiations and securing the owner's consent. On this occasion Gadgem sold the saddle outright to the keeper of a livery stable, whose bills he collected, paying the difference between the asking and the selling price out of his own pocket. Gradually, however, St.
If none of these things turned out to his advantage, then Gadgem and Pawson must continue their search for customers who would have the rare opportunity of purchasing, direct "from the private collection of a gentleman," etc., etc., "one first-class English saddle," etc., etc. "The meantime," however, brought no relief.
And even then his interest did not become acute until, the missing document identified, St. George had turned to Pawson and, pointing to an item halfway down the column, had said in a lowered tone, as if fearing to be overheard: "You have the receipts, have you not, for everything on this list? Slater's account too, and Hampson's?" "They are in the file beside you, sir."
His eyes turned upon the sunburned young man with joy in them mingled with fear lest his ecstasy should prove a dream. "For God's sake, tell me," said Keogh, earnestly, "are you Dink Pawson?" "My name is Pinkney Dawson," said the cornerer of the cockleburr market. Billy Keogh slid rapturously and gently from his chair to his favourite strip of matting on the floor.
Think of it! everybody in tears, the judge mopping his eyes court-room breathless. Oh, you just wait until your old uncle gets on his feet before a bench and jury. Come along, old fellow let us go up into the house." Then in a serious tone his back to Harry "Pawson, please bring the full accounts with you in the morning, and now let me thank you for your courtesy.
She insisted on making him a cup of coffee, but he had no time for such luxuries. He would keep on, he said, to Kennedy Square, find Pawson, ascertain if St. George's old rooms were still unoccupied; notify him of Mr.
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