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She had caught the flash of approval in the eyes of Donald Whiting, and she had noted the flourish with which he raised his hat when he saw her at a distance, and she knew what he meant when he held up a book, past the covers of which she could see protruding a thick fold of white paper. He had foresworn whatever pleasure he might have thought of for Sunday.
But then, also, she had said a good deal more than she had intended to say. So it was about even. She had said enough. And it would do him no harm. She had felt that she owed mon Rafe a little plain speaking. She was much relieved. Jeffrey Whiting stood where she had left him digging up the tender roots of the new grass with his toe. He did not look after the girl. He had forgotten her.
Against this state of things there had been developed a ``citizens' committee, representing the better elements of both parties, its main representatives being Judge Whiting and Mr. Dorman B. Eaton, and the evidence these gentlemen exhibited before the committee on municipal affairs, at Albany, as to the wretched condition of the city health boards was damning.
The Bishop smiled grimly as he dropped his challenge quietly at the feet of the committee. "The boy, Jeffrey Whiting," he said, "was guided by me. I directed his movements from the beginning." The whole room sat up and leaned forward as one man, alive to the fact that a novel and stirring situation was being developed.
He repeated the same operation many times, and as he drew out the fish his mouth watered and he said, chuckling to himself: "What good whiting!" "What exquisite sardines!" "These soles are delicious!" "And these crabs excellent!" "What dear little anchovies!" The last to remain in the net was Pinocchio.
Lime-water, 4 galls................. $0.04 Whiting, 112 lbs.................... 1.12 White lead, ground, 28 lbs.......... 2.24 Road-dust, 56 lbs................... 0.10 Prepared fish oil, 2 galls.......... 1.20 Incorporated oil, 3-1/2 galls....... 2.00 Linseed oil, 3-1/2 galls............ 3.15 Weights, 293 lbs....... $9.85
There wasn't a flicker of an eyelash to show that Ralph was the least bit nervous. The experiences of the last few days had taught him much. While Bill Whiting regarded them curiously, Jack hastily told the others of what Ralph had proposed. "That appeals ter me as a ring-tailed roarer of a good idee," announced Buck Bradley, when he had finished.
There was the old Red Lion Inn to see, too, where Abbot Whiting lay the night before his execution, which was a murder; and the Women's Almshouses, and a dozen other things which tourists are expected to see besides many dozen which they are not; and it is for the latter that Ellaline and I have a predilection.
Jeffrey Whiting was not a boy to be laughed out of a morbid notion, or to be told to grow older and forget the thing. His was a man's soul, standing in the dark, grappling with a thing with which it could not cope. The wrong word here might mar his whole life. Here was no place for softening away the realities with reasoning. The man's soul demanded a man's straight answer.
Mills withdrew, a little dazed. Philippa, whose fingers were clenched together, found her tongue at last. "Henry!" she exclaimed furiously. "What is it, my dear?" "Do you mean to tell me that after your promise," she continued, "after what you have just said, you are starting out to-night for another fishing expedition?" "Whiting, my dear," Sir Henry explained. "One can't possibly miss whiting.
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