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Westcott, for instance, who means so much nowadays to the English religious world, first isolates Christianity from all the other religious phenomena of the world, and then argues upon its details. You might as well isolate English jurisprudence, and discuss its details without any reference to Teutonic custom or Roman law!
"I was very rude," she said, "but you will forgive me when I explain the cause. I had to act as I did or else lose my hold entirely on that man you understand?" "I do not need to understand," he answered gallantly. "It is enough that you say so." "No, it is not enough. I value your friendship, Mr. Westcott, and I need your advice.
His father grasped it but slowly at last he said: "Damn you, what are you talking about?" "I'm leaving here and going to London to-morrow." Mr. Westcott turned his bloodshot eyes in the direction of the fire-place "Curse it, I can't see straight. You young devil I'll do for you " all this said rather sullenly and as though he were speaking to himself. Peter, having delivered his news, passed Mrs.
Some say the store's going to open up under new parties guess nobody knows exactly. Hullo! who's that making signs?" He indicated a tall figure on the sidewalk coming toward them at a rapid rate, face alight, hat waving in air. "It's Mr. Forbes Westcott," exulted Ruth, twisting around to look at her sister.
Pascoe's blowzy thunderings to conquer, but something vastly amusing apparently to grandfather Westcott to watch. He discovered that the sun rose about six o'clock, and therefore five o'clock on Easter morning found him shivering, in the desolate garden with his nose pressed to the little wooden gate.
He was moreover a ludicrous sight, his trousers being torn, one blue-black eye staring from a confused outline of dust and blood, his hair amazingly on end. There were also many cries of "Shame, Comber," "Dirty game," and even "Well played young Westcott!" He knew as he wept bitter tears into his blood-stained hands that his reign was at an end.
Stand back now; all of you yes, get out into that barroom. I mean you, Mike! This man is my prisoner, and, by God, I'll defend him. Ay! I'll do more, I'll let him defend himself. Here, Westcott, pick up your gun on the floor. Now stand here with me! We're going out through that bunch, and if one of those coyotes puts a paw on you, let him have it."
And when the deputy of the United States marshal swooped down upon the village and arrested the young post-master on a charge of abstracting Smith Westcott's land-warrant from the mail, the whole town was agog. "Told you so. By George!" said Westcott. At first the villagers were divided in opinion about Albert. Plenty of people, like Mrs.
"By-by!" said Westcott to Albert, as he went out, and young Charlton went out another door, and strode off toward Diamond Lake. On the high knoll overlooking the lake he stopped and looked away to the east, where the darkness was slowly gathering over the prairie. Night never looks so strange as when it creeps over a prairie, seeming to rise, like a shadowy Old Man of the Sea, out of the grass.
Westcott barely had time to swing the girl to safety as the tornado flew past. "The drunken fool!" he muttered quietly. "A puncher riding for camp. There will be more up ahead probably."
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