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He must see more of those fellows at Henry's clinic; they seemed a good set. And he was not sure that he should answer the Baltimore man so flatly. He would write for further details. When he reached the temple, he found the place closed, and he thought that Alves had gone to see one of his cases for him. The key was in its usual hiding-place, and the fire looked as if it had been made freshly.
"I suppose Mr. Ware asked you to keep an eye on Miss Malroy while he was away from home?" said the judge. Hicks, suspicious of the drift of his questioning, made no answer. "I suppose you told the house servants to keep her under observation?" continued the judge. "I don't talk to no niggers," replied Hicks, "except to give 'em my orders." "Well, did you give them that order?" "No, I didn't."
The next time I saw the fair she told me she had felt a mortal pang of fear shoot through her when the general said he had not asked me. "I am quite sure," said she, "that he would have gone further, if your grand answer had not stopped his mouth; but if he had said another word, my mind was made up." "To do what?"
He felt a clutch on his arm, and turned. He saw a flushed face, bright eyes were looking into his. "If if you want me to, I'll come," she said. "I'll come with you anywhere!" He did not answer.
But she looked at Peabody inquiringly, steadily, as though she were puzzled as to his identity, as though he had just been introduced to her. It made him uncomfortable. "Are you coming?" he asked. Her answer was a question. "Are you going?" "I am!" returned Peabody. He added sharply: "I must." "Good-by," said Miss Forbes.
Across the heads of the people McGuffie shouted to the coachman, "Take you again, Petrie ten to one, five to one, three to one against the Seminary?" And when there was no answer, Mr. McGuffie offered to take it even from anybody, and finally appealed to the man, next him.
It was another matter that made me hesitate. From the shadow of the doorway I heard a sound which was too much like the raising of a pistol hammer not to make me remember that a sword was all I carried. "There is no need to cock that pistol," I said, in a tone which I hoped sounded more confident than my state of mind. I halted, but there was no answer and no further sound.
"Say, Merrill," he added in almost a conversational tone, "what are our chances? I mean how soon do we get off?" This was the first question anybody had asked. It added its infinitesimal weight to the wave of normality which was settling over them all. Everybody visibly concentrated, listening for the answer.
"It iss better to sit here two, three days till he comse out than to go in and get yourself killt, yes inteet!" was the burden of Evan Morgan's answer to all their arguments for a speedy assault. And "Iss, sure!" was Trevna's curt, complete endorsement.
Oedipus, the king, is introduced to us, powerful and beloved; to him whose wisdom had placed him on the throne, look up the priest and the suppliants for a remedy even amid the terrors of the plague. Scarce has he concluded, when Creon himself enters, and announces "glad tidings" in the explicit answer of the oracle.