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He produced a small bottle of tabloids, and shaking a couple of them into the palm of his hand he proceeded to swallow them with a backward throw of his head. Tabloids were Mr. Purvis's only personal indulgence. He had been recommended them for his nerves, and he had swallowed so many that had they not been perfectly innocuous he must have died long ago.
Before very long, of course, she heard the particulars of George Purvis's resignation. She did not say much about it, but she was very glad that it was not Harry who had been whipped. The next morning, quite early the birds and the negroes had been up some time, but everybody in Mr.
For a moment he imagined that Purvis's hand moved with suspicious suddenness towards his revolver-pocket. In the next Purvis had swung up the companion staircase and into the boat, and Peter jumped into his place as the sound of rowing and the splash of oars was heard behind him. Toffy rowed the bow-oar now, and Purvis, who knew every turn of the river, took the tiller-ropes.
'I believe we might paper the whole house with Purvis's telegrams, he said, laughing, as he shoved a bit of coloured paper under the ground. 'Salter, he said to himself 'Salter. It sounds like the agony column at home. Well, Ross and I had better stop acting as scavengers for the household, or we may learn too much of Purvis's domestic affairs.
It was quite evident that Mrs. Purvis was honestly trying to remember the lady's name, but could not do so. And then I had what seemed to me an inspiration. "Didn't she give you her card?" I asked. A light broke over Mrs. Purvis's face. "Why, yes, of course she did! And I'm sure I can find it." She turned to a card-tray, and rapidly running over the bits of pasteboard, she selected three or four.
"I can't return the compliment my soul! how you've changed! ayes!" she remarked. "I hope you ain't fit no more, Bart. I can't bear to think o' you flyin' at folks an' poundin' of 'em. Don't seem right no, it don't!" "Why, Aunt Deel, what in the world do you mean?" I asked. "It's Purvis's brain that does the poundin', I guess," said my uncle. "It's kind o' got the habit.
Looking back on all the talks they had had together there was something which convinced him that Purvis's close application to the search had not been made with a view only of extracting some hundreds of pounds from him, but that the man's game was deeper than that. Purvis was far too clever to waste his talents in dabbling in paltry matters, or in securing a small sum of money for himself.
He had a meeting to address that evening at eight, a meeting of women "dear women" he called them who had recently affiliated their society with the work that some of the dear women in Mr. Purvis's own town were carrying on. The work, as described, boded no good for breweries. Mr. Purvis's wife, so it seemed, was with him and would also "take the platform." As best we could we made conversation.
His freckled paw shot up over Purvis's shoulder, mauve lightning came from his ring, a red flash from his revolver, and shrieks from the women as the reverberations died away. Some splinters lodged in my hair. Next instant the prize-fighter disarmed him; and I was safe from the devil, but finally doomed to the deep sea. A policeman was in our midst.
'Ask me anything you like, said Peter laconically. His mind was pretty full just then, and there was a note of confidence in Purvis's voice which gave him the idea that their search was nearly over. He began to wonder how much money he had, and whether there was any chance of the Scottish place being his.
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