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It was a sudden, bitter laugh, which the circumstances made derisive. Never before had Miss Panney's soul been so stung, burned, and lacerated, all at once, as by this laugh. But the sound had scarcely left Dora Bannister's lips when she bounded out of the carriage and ran after the old lady. Throwing her arms around her neck, she kissed her on the cheek.
"Dear me!" said she to herself, "I thought he would have squeezed those buttons entirely through my skin, but I wouldn't have said a word for anything. I wonder what sort of a girl his sister is. If she resembles him, I know I shall like her." A few days after Miss Bannister's call at Cobhurst, it was returned by Ralph and Miriam, who drove to Thorbury with the brown mare and the gig.
Ralph was glad to do anything he could to help in the good work, but, as this was little, he was obliged to content himself with encomiums upon the noble character of Dora Bannister. That she should even think of offering such an inexpressible delight and benefit to his sister was sufficient proof of Miss Bannister's solid worth and tender, gracious nature.
Bannister's gay smile touched the sardonic face. "Do you invite the public to examine your hand when you sit into a game of poker, Mr. McWilliams?" "You're dead right. It's none of my business what y'u do so long as y'u keep off our range," admitted the foreman. "And next time the conversation happens on Mr. Bannister, I'll put in my little say-so that he ain't all black."
"Why?" William Bannister's thirst for knowledge was at this time perhaps his most marked characteristic. No encyclopaedia could have coped with it. Kirk was accustomed to do his best, cheerfully yielding up what little information on general subjects he happened to possess, but he was like Mrs. Partington sweeping back the Atlantic Ocean with her broom.
John Bannister's face was leaden. The veins stood out on his forehead. His mouth twisted dumbly. Mrs. Porter led Ruth gently to the door and pushed her out. Then she closed it and turned to him. "So now you know, John," she said. "Well, what are you going to do about it?" Self-control was second nature with John Bannister. For years he had cultivated it as a commercial asset.
What difference WOULD that make?" she said impatiently. Mac laughed. "What difference would it make, Judd?" Morgan scowled, and the young man answered his own question. "We don't any of us go out of our way more'n a mile to cross Bannister's trail," he drawled. "Do you wear this for an ornament?
Steve eyed him, fascinated. No bird, encountering a snake, was ever so incapable of movement as he. "Are you a germ?" inquired William Bannister. Steve tottered to the cot and sat down on it. The relief was too much for him. "Gee, kid!" he said, "you had my goat then. I've got to hand it to you." His sudden approach had confirmed William Bannister's worst suspicions.
Grand country this," casting an admiring glance at the magnificent scenery amid which the camp was pitched "but, my word, you must have had some tough bits of work, even before reaching this spot." "You are right, we have," answered Harry as he cordially returned Bannister's grasp.
And their outsides aren't so very bad, if you come to think of it. Bannister's in the first, and the other three-quarters are all good. And they've got both the second halves. You'll have practically to look after both of them now that Tony's crocked. And Baddeley has come on a lot this term. 'Babe, said Charteris, 'you have reason. I will turn over a new leaf. I will be good.
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