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But he found no such name or event in the obituaries; and he was only the more amused by his friend Belch's futile efforts at circumvention and control. "My dear Belch," he replied, after he had made his investigations, "I have your private note, but I have not yet encountered the superb Delilah; nor have I forgotten what you said to me about working 'em through their wives, and sisters, etc.
He controlled his own nerves perfectly, and went to dress for dinner with a select party at General Belch's, in honor of the Honorable B. J. Ele, who, in his capacity as representative in Washington, had ground an axe for his friend the General.
She looked at him without speaking. At length she said, "Where have you been?" "I've been to General Belch's," he sobbed, in reply; "and I don't mind Aunt Dagon, if you don't." "What do you mean by that, you silly fool?" asked Mrs. Dagon, sharply. Abel stopped and looked half angry, for a moment, but immediately fell into the old strain. "I mean I'd just as lieve say it before her."
Moultrie sent a friend with a note the following morning, and Mr. Newt acknowledged that he had been rude. In the evening, at General Belch's, Abel was presented to all the guests. Mr. Ele was happy to remember a previous occasion upon which he had had the honor, etc. Mr.
She was gone, and Arthur Merlin sank into the chair she had just left. "Oh Heavens!" said he, "did she understand or not?" General Belch's office was in the lower part of Nassau Street. At the outer door there was a modest slip of a tin sign, "Arcularius Belch, Attorney and Counselor." The room itself was dingy and forlorn.
Enos Slugby, who was interested in General Belch's little plans, "you have no doubt that Congress ought to pass the grant to purchase the land for Fort Arnold, which has been offered to it by the company of which our friend General Belch is counsel?" "None at all," replied Abel. "I should work for it as hard as I could."
Bat, and apprehensively at the new-comer. Mr. Ele frowned at General Belch, "What does he mean?" But Abel relieved the embarrassment by quietly completing Mr. Bat's sentence "by the managers." His black eyes glittered around the table, and Mr. Ele remembered a remark of General Belch's about Mr. Newt's riding upon the shoulders of his fellow-laborers. "Exactly, by the managers," said every body.
There was something grateful to Abel Newt in the wide sphere and complicated relations of the political capital, of which the atmosphere was one of intrigue, and which was built over the mines and countermines of selfishness. He hoodwinked all Belch's spies, so that the Honorable Mr.
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