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Then, turning to Hugh, Mademoiselle said almost in her natural tone, though slightly high-pitched and nervous: "Benton, the blackguard, was your father's friend at Woodthorpe.
I chose that room for myself because it seemed less lonely, and safer for me, to be where I could hear the voice of the little German woman, and she could hear mine. In the same manner my kitchen joined on to hers, and we could hear each other at our work. Benton being too ill to be dressed, was lying on the bed in my room, and I asked Mr. Seabrook to go up and look at him.
He had posted his men between 8.30 and 8.45, Private Benton on Number 6 at the corner of the Calle Real and Padre Faura.
So in a pleasant tone of voice Benton said, "Good morning, gentlemen, nice mornin'," aiming with salutation to pass on. Gramps was not in any sense a brave man, as you may have guessed by this time, but he always manifested great boldness where he was sure there was no physical danger. "They say Gray got your kind of religion at the prayer meetin' last night," he said.
Music, laughter, shuffling feet and clinking glass, a steady tramp, voices low and voices loud, the hoarse brawl of the barker all these varying elements merged into a roar a roar that started with a merry note and swelled to a nameless din. The sun set, the twilight fell, the wind went down, the dust settled, and night mantled Benton. The roar of the day became subdued.
And he so expressed himself, as well as his surprise, over the belated breakfast which Mrs. Benton served him when the service was over and the household dispersed. "Yes, I think it's the nicest thing there is about this dear Sobrante. There's always been the best sort of inflooence here and that's why I like my boy, John, to belong.
If you then can induce him to leave morphia alone, he may become as sound a man as ever." Mildred put her arm around her mother and drew her into her room, closing the door. A few moments later Roger heard the wife's passionate protest, "I do not believe it I will never believe it." Then Dr. Benton said to him, "Here, young man, run to my house for an electric battery." When he returned Mr.
Are your eye-teeth peeled, young man?" "My eye-teeth?" I repeated. "I hope so, madam. Are eye-teeth necessary in Benton?" "Peeled, and with hair on 'em, young man," she assured. "I guess you're a pilgrim, ain't you? I see a leetle green in your eye. No, you ain't a tin-horn. You're some mother's boy, jest gettin' away from the trough. My sakes! Sick, too, eh? Weak lungs, ain't it?
The fame of the town drew crowds of the curious and greedy. And many of these transient visitors wanted to have their fling at the gambling-hells and dancing-halls. There was a contagion in the wildness that affected even the selfish. It would be something to remember and boast of when Benton with its wild life should be a thing of the past. Place Hough met old acquaintances among some St.
A woman, well clad, young, not uncomely, but with hungry eyes like those of a hawk, accosted Neale. He drew away. In the din he had not heard what she said. A boy likewise spoke to him; a greaser tried to take his luggage; a man jostling him felt of his pocket; and as Neale walked on he was leered at, importuned, jolted, accosted, and all but mobbed. So this was Benton.
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