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"Do you know his name?" inquired the detective. "No." "What name do you know him by?" "John Richling." "Wasn't he sent down by Recorder Munroe, last summer, for assault, etc.?" "Yes. I got him out the next day. He never should have been put in." To the Doctor's surprise the detective rose to go. "I'm much obliged to you, Doctor." "Is that all you wanted to ask me?" "Yes, sir." "Mr.
When he opened his eyes again, and struggled to his feet, a gentle grasp was on his arm. Somebody was steadying him. He turned his eyes. Ah! who is this? A short, heavy, close-shaven man, with a woollen jacket thrown over one shoulder and its sleeves tied together in a knot under the other. He speaks in a low, kind tone: "Steady, Mr. Richling!"
One day, in this place, just as Richling turned from a delivery window to tear the envelope of a letter bearing the Milwaukee stamp, his attention was arrested by a man running by him toward Exchange alley, pale as death, and followed by a crowd that suddenly broke into a cry, a howl, a roar: "Hang him! Hang him!"
But they's got one maxim what you may 'ave 'eard I do not fine that maxim always come t'ue. 'Ave you evva yeah that maxim, 'A fool faw luck'? That don't always come t'ue. I 'ave discove'd that." "No," responded Richling, with a parting smile, "that doesn't always come true." Dr. Sevier denounced the world at large, and the American nation in particular, for two days.
"Richling," said the young man. "Let her have perfect quiet," continued the Doctor. "I shall be back this evening." And when he returned she had improved. She was better again the next day, and the next; but on the fourth she was in a very critical state.
The Doctor was still again, and Richling only indicated his wish to hear more by shifting himself on his elbow. "Do you remember, Richling, when the girl you had been bowing down to and worshipping, all at once, in a single wedding day, was transformed into your adorer?" "Yes, indeed," responded the convalescent, with beaming face. "Wasn't it wonderful? I couldn't credit my senses.
When Ristofalo returned to his cell, its inmate, after many upstartings from terrible dreams, that seemed to guard the threshold of slumber, had fallen asleep. The Italian touched him gently, but he roused with a wild start and stare. "Ristofalo," he said, and fell a-staring again. "You had some sleep," said the Italian. "It's worse than being awake," said Richling.
She shook her head, elevating it as she shook it. "It creates too much invy, Mr. Richlin'. Well, good-by." The carriage was stopping at the Washington Market. "Now, don't ye mintion it to a livin' soul, Mr. Richlin'!" Richling said "No." "No, sur; fur there be's manny a slip 'tuxt the cup an' the lip, ye know; an' there may be no war, after all, and we may all be disapp'inted.
I wish I could stay to do more, for the sake of old times. I came to see Mr. Richling, Madame Zénobie; is he in? Dr. Sevier wants him." Richling? Why, the Richlings did not live there! The Doctor must know it. Why should she be made responsible for this mistake? It was his oversight. They had moved long ago. Dr. Sevier had seen them looking for apartments. Where did they live now?
The end was just as plainly in view to both from the beginning as it was when, at length, the two stepping across the street gutter at the last corner between Richling and home, Narcisse laid his open hand in his companion's elbow, and stopped, saying, as Richling turned and halted with a sudden frown of unwillingness:
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