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The doctor looked at him over his glasses with fury, and began to walk up and down in the bookstore. Alzugaray went to the hotel, arranging in his memory the data collected. Caesar was feeling well, and the two of them talked of the bookseller and his friends and of Father Martin Lafuerza. "I am going to jot down all these points," said Caesar.
Robert visited his old acquaintance, Henry Knox, no longer in the bookstore at the corner of King Street, opposite the Town House, but in a store of his own on Cornhill. He passed a tailor's shop and a harness-maker's before he came to Mr. Knox's bookstore, where he was heartily welcomed. "I remember the book which you purchased the first time we met; I hope you liked it."
He rode through Baymouth without drawing rein; only giving a rapid glance of recognition as he passed the broad show-window of Hamlin's bookstore, which used to be the wonder and delight of his destitute boyhood. It was still early in the morning when he reached Woodside and rode up to the cottage gate. How bright and cheerful the cottage looked that splendid winter morning.
He recalled that the girl had said that no one except two girls had entered the store between the time she had discovered and copied the cipher and the time of his arrival. If these girls had not taken the message away there could be only one other explanation the clerk in the bookstore must have removed it and concealed it somewhere.
Unfortunately, one day, Elinor was choosing a book as a present for her old play-fellow, at a bookstore in Philadelphia, when she laid her hand on the Lives of the Painters.
At that time there was no bookstore in Philadelphia, nor was there one of considerable note anywhere in the Colonies, except in Boston. The people of Philadelphia sent to England for the books they wanted, which was expensive and inconvenient. After this plan had been successfully used for several months, Benjamin made another proposition.
"Which way do I say it?" "Oh, I will, of course." "Then the other is right, depend upon it. I always was rotten on grammar." On the way back to the office, Daylight dropped into a bookstore and bought a grammar; and for a solid hour, his feet up on the desk, he toiled through its pages. "Knock off my head with little apples if the girl ain't right," he communed aloud at the end of the session.
Hoff goes to a different bookstore each day to leave a code message?" "That's it. The spy who gets the messages each morning calls him up by 'phone, mentioning just the one word. From that Mr. Hoff knows just where to go, concealing the message in a book before agreed upon." "The fifth book," interrupted Dean. "Not always," explained Fleck.
Ned followed him into two saloons and saw the bartenders refuse him credit. He walked through the door of the last saloon, his legs trembling and his white lips twitching, stopped and leaned against the wall of the little bookstore on the corner, the flickering street lamp showing dimly his ghastly face and eyes. Ned glanced uneasily behind him to see that he had not been followed.
At least, the most of her thoughts, and many of her actions, centered about that object. Billy had the book, now the "Talk to Young Wives." For a time she had worked with only the newspaper criticism to guide her; but, coming at last to the conclusion that if a little was good, more must be better, she had shyly gone into a bookstore one day and, with a pink blush, had asked for the book.
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