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It is plain he thought little of the business; thought indeed nothing of it; except in so far as armed men had entered the neutral territory from Mulinuu; and it was on this ground alone, and the implied breach of Becker's engagement at the conference, that he invited Leary's attention to the tale. The impish ingenuity of the commander perceived in it huge possibilities of mischief.
There is a basket of oranges behind your father's overcoat, and a bag of baby pretzels, too." "Goodness! mamma, if I was hungry, I'd eat." "Don't you feel well, Lilly?" "Of course I feel well, mamma. Why shouldn't I?" But next day, at her after-school hour of practice, a small discordant crash broke suddenly in upon "Chaminade's Scarf Dance" and Mrs. Becker's rhythmic rocking above.
Followed even then a long and uneasy period of adjustment. The up and down stairs tugged at the rear muscles of Mrs. Becker's legs, compelling evening foot baths. Mr. Becker chafed under the twenty minutes additional street-car ride, eating his dinner by gaslight even in August.
Luckily Becker's wife did not know Greek, consequently he ran no risk of being entertained with a classic dinner; but he was often reminded by his thoughtful partner of Meg Dod's celebrated receipt: before you cook your hare, first catch it.
"Bulk does not stand for much in a sword game." "Do you mean they might fight a duel?" "I think it is best for you to go home with Rem. Otherwise, he might, in his present temper, find himself near Becker's; and if a man is quarrelsome he may always get principals and seconds there. You have told me this yourself. In the morning Rem will, I hope, be reasonable."
More festooning of fringed scarfs, gilt chairs, and a glass curio cabinet crammed with knickknacks. "Dutch as sauerkraut," was Mrs. Becker's indictment; and Flora Kemble came under the gaucherie of the impeachment, too.
There's a pair of Mr. Becker's old shoes, good as new, waiting to be given away." "Carrie!" "Miss Lilly loves pickles. George, do as I say." "Carrie!" "Law! Mistah Beckah, I knows Mis' Beckah and her ways. Law! I doan take no offense." "I wish if you want extras, Carrie, you would buy them. It is a darn shame to make yourself so small before the other boarders."
For a few moments he made no effort to grasp the individual significance of the letter, the flowers, the golden hair. One thought filled his brain one great, overpowering truth, which excluded everything else and this was the realization that the woman he loved was not Colonel Becker's wife. She was free.
Was it possible that in the whole of the Northland there could be another woman as beautiful as Colonel Becker's wife a woman so beautiful that she had turned even Inspector MacGregor's head, as Mrs. Becker had turned Bucky Nome's and his? Was it possible that between these two women between this wife of an attempted murderer and Mrs. Becker there was some connecting link some association
It is more than probable that Horace Lindsley's and Lilly Becker's lineage were loamy with about the same magnesia of the soil. Generations of each of them had tilled into the more or less contiguous dirt of Teutonic Europe. Lilly's progenitors had bartered in low Dutch; Horace Lindsley's in high German, which, after all, is more a matter of geography than altitudes.
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