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Chance threw him my way, and he mistook me for the man he'd expected to meet Downing Street's secret agent. Well no matter how I got the plans from him and brought them over with me, meaning to turn them over to France, to whom by rights they belong." "Without consideration?" the girl enquired shrewdly. "Not exactly.
It read: "Wall Street heard yesterday that Superintendent H got his first information concerning the state in which X 's affairs were from quarters where resentment may have been cherished because of his activity in the Long Island Traction field. This is one of the Street's 'clover patches' and the success which the newcomer seemed to be meeting did not provoke great pleasure."
"Door's guarded, street's guarded, and I'm not to be trifled with." He then handed his pistol to the officer outside with an order, and, stepping back suddenly, collared Messrs. Holland and Cheetham with one movement, and, with a powerful rush, carried them out of the house in his clutches.
She was a thin, bent old lady with straggly gray hair and a very sharp penetrating voice. Polly felt the lump in her throat growing larger. Was this the jolly pretty Mrs. Jack Morgan that Bob had written about so often? "Dis young voman " began Swartz, heavily. Polly stepped forward. "Mrs. Morgan, this is Bob Street's sister. He has often written us about you and your husband." "Husband?
Piper was at ease again, exactly to be at ease under the circumstances would merely have proved him brightly inhuman but he looked as Oliver thought he might have on one of the Street's Black Mondays when only complete firmness and complete audacity in one could keep even the Commercial afloat at a time when the Stock Exchange had turned into a floor-full of well-dressed maniacs and houses that everyone had thought as solid as granite went to pieces like sand castles.
Again and again he had sneakingly violated Wall Street's code of morality that curious code with its quaint, unexpected incorporations of parts of the decalogue and its quainter, though not so unexpected, infringements thereof and amendments thereto. Now by "pull," now by trickery, he had evaded punishment. But apparently at last he was to be brought to bar, branded and banished.
Colfax fainted. "Oh Miss Jinny, ain't you gwineter Glencoe? Ain't you gwineter flee away? Every fambly on dis here street's gwine away is packin' up fo' de country. Doan't you hear 'em, Miss Jinny? What'll your pa say to Ned of he ain't make you clear out! Doan't you hear de carridges a-rattlin' off to de country?"
He then set fire to Street's Mills, destroyed the bridge at Chippewa, and, in great disorder, continued his retreat towards Fort Erie. General Drummond detached his light troops, cavalry, and Indians, in pursuit, to harass his rear.
"Yes; but where are we to meet you for the lodging?" asked the little girl anxiously "Maurice is so tired and you promised to show us. Where shall we get the lodging for the night?" The girl gave a loud rude laugh. "'Tis in Dean Street," she said. "Dean Street's just round the corner 'tis number twenty. I'll turn up if I ha' money." "But you said we could not get in without you," said Cecile.
Where the water filled in the end of a street's vista it was like an insert of blue enameling, and from the city's high places Mount Diavolo could be seen, a pointed gem, surmounting in final sharpness the hill's carven skyline. Chrystie felt the exhilaration of the air and the sun, and walked with a bounding, long-limbed swing.
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