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He looked neither to the right nor to the left. That is, he looked neither to the right nor to the left until he had passed the Baxters' fence. But when he had gone as far as the upper corner of the fence beyond, he turned his head and looked back, without any expression except that of a whistler at Jane.
"Yes; I never want to set eyes on him again, Tom. He worried the widow half to death with his strange ways." "I wonder how the Baxters feel to be locked up?" put in Sam. "I know Arnold Baxter is used to it, but it's a new experience for Dan." "Dan is as bad as his father," broke in Larry Colby, who had joined the brothers.
When we were dressed for church, we looked out of the window till the bell tolled, and the chaise of the Baxters and Sawyers had driven to the gate; then we went ourselves. Grand'ther had preceded us, and was already in his seat.
You look like decent sort of fellows, and if you do the right thing I'll promise to see to it that the Baxters do the square thing, too. We'll be better off on a friendly footing than otherwise." The owner of the Peacock spoke earnestly, and it must be admitted that he meant a large part of what he said.
Me and the Baxters can do pretty much what we like! I'll fire Brauer to-morrow if he " "You shut up, Susan!" Miss Thornton, her rising resentment pricked like a bubble, would laugh amiably, and the subject of the bill would be dismissed with a general chuckle.
The Baxters occupied one of the wing pews, a position always to be envied, as one could see the singers without turning around, and also observe everybody in the congregation, their entrance, garments, behavior, and especially their bonnets, without being in the least indiscreet, or seeming to have a roving eye.
"We were carried off in a schooner hired by these rascals and put in a cave on this island. We escaped only after a hard fight." "But why were you carried off?" asked one of the other men on board of the sloop. "These Baxters wanted to get our father to pay them money for our safe return." "A kidnapping, eh?" "It's a a fairy story, and these fellows must be stark mad!" cried Arnold Baxter.
She had been nearly two days without a letter from Shelley, that is, she had received one of November 2 early in the morning, and that of November 3 late in the evening. That day had also brought Mary a letter from her old friends the Baxters, or rather from Mr. David Booth, to whom her friend Isabel Baxter was engaged, desiring no further communication with her.
At Baxters' there had never been enough hot water with which to wash the dishes, not to mention Nancy herself. Here there was enough to scald all the dishes and the people on earth, it seemed to her. She could hardly get used to the delight and the luxury of all the hot water and scented soap and clean towels she wanted, in a bath-room all to herself.
"Poor fellow!" murmured Tom, as he gazed at the remains. "It was a dreadful death to die!" "Yes, and he probably wasn't prepared for it," said Dick soberly. "I wonder if the Baxters were caught, too?" "More'n likely," put in Wumble. "Look, here is a man's hat." "Arnold Baxter's hat," cried Tom. "I noted it particularly when I was their prisoner. Where can the man be?"
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