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"Look, there she is by the kitchen, and that's Jennie Cameron loping 'cross lots. Never mind, San. You did the best you could; don't bother. Swine are swine." The rain was cooling Sanford's head, and he laughed awkwardly. "Sorry I lost my temper." "I'm not. Jennie's telling Onnie. Hear?"
Eunice gave an angry exclamation, and rising quickly from her chair, walked into her own room, and closed the door with a slam that left no doubt as to her state of mind. "Let her alone," advised Elliott; "she's better off in there. What is this story, Aunt Abby? I've never heard it in full." "No; Eunice never would let me tell it. But it will solve all mystery of Sanford's death."
He sounds like he sneers at every possible action as useless." "Most likely it is," Brent said mildly. "Here, anyhow. It does look as if we're going to be knocked off. But Sanford's taking it badly. The rest of us have let him act as he pleased because it didn't seem to matter. It probably doesn't, except that he's annoying." Mike said truculently, "We won't be knocked off!
And someone answered each time in a voice of unconcealed delight: "Sanford's stole all the money in the bank, and they're goin' up to lick 'im. Come on if ye want to see the fun." In a few moments the street looked as if an alarm of fire had been sounded.
"I spec' he wasn't a good man 'fore he died and got to go to the Bad Place," suggested Frances. "I'll betcher he never asked God to forgive him when he 'ceived his papa and sassed his mama," this from Jimmy, "and Doctor Sanford's just a-keeping old Satan from getting him to toast on a pitchfork."
Gleason; I believe I'll wait here," was the reply, pleasant but decided. "Why, Marion! Do come in!" cried Mrs. Truscott, hastening to the door. Miss Sanford's face was flushing slightly, but her voice was gentle as usual. "I'll wait for you, Grace; but I do not care for a lemonade, and would rather not go in." "Indeed, I don't care for one either.
Lincoln released him and began turning the knob of the door. At last it swung open, and he searched the money drawers. Less than forty dollars, all told. His voice was full of helpless rage as he turned at last and walked up close to Sanford's bowed head. "I'd like to pound the life out o' you!" "You're at liberty to do so, if it'll be any satisfaction."
And then "society" begins to recognize each other with nods and smiles and fluttering fans, and to look about and take mental inventory of the marvellous changes in the vast interior. Verily, Marion Sanford's circle of friends and relatives has effected transformation here!
It was not long before a deliberate false entry was made, by which another hundred dollars passed into Sanford's pockets. With this increase of income came a freer expenditure. Hitherto he had been in the habit of riding out on Sundays on hired horses; but now he was inspired with a wish to own a horse himself. A beautiful animal just at this time came under his eye.
So I've put an end to our troubles for good. I've locked us all out." He laughed yet again. And Joe knew that in Sanford's madness it was perfectly possible for him to have done exactly what he said. There were eight human beings on the Platform. All were now outside it, on its outer skin. They wore space suits with from half an hour to an hour's oxygen supply.
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