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It was as though she intended to remain there, and had abandoned all intention of returning to the life which apparently she had once permanently and definitely chosen.... Bedloe Hubbell's campaign was another topic.
It was his efficiency she had doubted, not his sincerity. Later tidings, contemptuous and eventually irritable utterances of her own father, together with accounts in the New York newspapers of his campaign, had convinced her in spite of herself that Bedloe Hubbell had actually shaken the seats of power. And somehow, as she now took him in, he looked it.
And he'd paid the doctor, too, and laughed and said he'd come some day and borry the money back when he got busted playing poker! "And then, all of a sudden, when you'd have thought he was soft that way clean through," she went on, her eyes blazing now at the memory of it, "them Bedloe boys come over lookin' for trouble. An' Buck sure gave it to them!" "Tell me about it," the girl said quickly.
I haven't got the market sense for nothing, and I'll give you this tip, Nelson, it's time to stand from under. Didn't I warn you fellows that Bedloe Hubbell meant business long before he started in? and this parson can give Hubbell cards and spades. Hodder can't see this thing as it is. He's been thinking, this summer. And a man of that kind is downright dangerous when he begins to think.
It stacked crime upon crime; it mouthed the names of many men whom the county would be glad to entertain in its empty jail, the names of the three Bedloe boys, of Black Dan, of Long Phil Granger, of certain newcomers to Hill's Corners who, naturally, were to be looked upon with suspicion. It listed the depredations committed during four weeks with a result that was startling.
"The people can't govern themselves, only Bedloe doesn't know it. Some day he'll find it out."... The French window beside him was open, and Hodder slipped out, unnoticed, into the warm night and stood staring at the darkness.
It was Sir Edmund Godfrey, and Sir Edmund Godfrey was dead. The men were talking. "No blood-letting," said Bedloe "This must be a dry job. Though, by God, I wish I could stick my knife into him once for Trelawney, once for Frewen, and a dozen times for myself. Through this swine I have festered a twelvemonth in Little Ease." Lovel's first thought, as he stared, was an immense relief.
The only witnesses against the prisoners were still Gates and Bedloe. Ireland affirmed, that he was in Staffordshire all the month of August last, a time when Oates's evidence made him in London.
"The people can't govern themselves, only Bedloe doesn't know it. Some day he'll find it out." . . . The French window beside him was open, and Hodder slipped out, unnoticed, into the warm night and stood staring at the darkness.
When Mr. Bedloe Hubbell had undertaken, in the name of Reform, to make a witch's cauldron of the city's politics, which Mr. Beatty had hitherto conducted so smoothly from the back room of his saloon, Mr. Plimpton had unselfishly offered his services. Bedloe Hubbell, although he had been a playmate of Mr.
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