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The hell of the poets and the priests must have some emotion, some temperamental variation. This was sheer mechanical hell, its pulse that of the dynamo and the engine. Seven-forty-five! Helplessly we stared at the blanket. If the charge had gone home it was already in the German trenches.
There is no preparation set for the evening, breakfast is at eight-thirty instead of seven-forty-five, and it does not matter how late anyone comes in. And so when, at eight o'clock, the School House butler, who had watched many generations pass by with the same imperturbable smile, walked down the dormitories ringing a horribly cracked bell, no one paid any attention. There was tons of time.
Snugly ensconced in my taxicab, being entirely surrounded and in part quite covered up or obscured from the casual gaze by my many articles of luggage, I proceeded to the pier, meanwhile subconsciously marvelling at the multitudinous life and activity displayed upon the thoroughfares of our national metropolis at even so early an hour as seven-forty-five to eight-fifteen A. M. In numbers amounting to a vast multitude the dwellers of this great beehive of industry were already abroad, moving hither and yon, intent each one upon his or her affairs, as the case might be.
He would seem from contemporary accounts to have blown in one morning at seven-forty-five, that being the ghastly sort of hour they shoot you off the liner in New York.
Hold me tight, tight, Peter hurt me, kiss me, love me, say you love me..." and she choked her own utterance, and buried her face on his shoulder, straining her body to his, twining her slim foot and leg round his ankle. In a moment she was up again, however, and glanced at the clock. "Peter, we must dress early and dine early, mustn't we? The thing begins at seven-forty-five.
"To the steamboat dock, I suppose," said the driver of the auto, to Dick. "Not much!" cried the newly-married youth. "Here is where we fool them. Straight for Ithaca, and as fast as the law allows!" "I get you," replied the chauffeur, grinning. "We want to catch the seven-forty-five train for New York," went on Dick.
Then in the morning you can take the seven-forty-five for Washington and get there at five-fifty-two if it isn't late. How's that?" "But your sister!" stammered Betty. "She doesn't know me. What will she say?" "She'll say you have eyes just like Juliet, the little sister who died when she was about your age," declared Dan Gowdy gently. "Don't you fret, Sister, she'll be glad to have you.
Suddenly it came to him with a rush that this thirty-first of May was to be the busiest of his life! He had to have a million dollars before four o'clock! At seven-forty-five he was out of his bath-tub. At eight he was gulping hot coffee. At eight-fifteen he was stepping out of the elevator with an apple core in his hand.
"They said there was one at nine-forty-six," replied Clint, "but this this officer says it doesn't stop at Brimfield." "We'll soon find out, boys." The Chief consulted a time-table and nodded. "Brimfield at ten-fifteen." He looked at the big clock on the wall. "Seven-forty-five," he muttered. "I guess we can make it." He put the receiver to his ear once more. "Operator? Wharton, 137-M, please.
"Doctor Burns has been detained, but I'm sure he'll be here soon," Chester explained, shaking hands, and discovering for himself which was the famous Scottish surgeon by the "rugged commonsense" look of the man, quite as R. P. Burns had characterized him. Seven-thirty no Red Pepper. Seven-forty-five eight o'clock still no sign of him; harder to be explained, no sign from him.
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