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Bostwick rose from his chair, put one foot upon it, and leaned towards the gambler as one assuming a position of equality, if not of something more. "Look here, McCoppet, you asked me the day I arrived what sort of a game I'd come to play. I ask you now if you are prepared to play something big and well, let us say, a trifle risky?" "Don't insult my calling," answered the gambler. "I call.
You can see I am wholly unarmed! Do you mean to restrain these ladies here by force?" The horseman slipped his arm through the reins of his pony's bridle, surveying Bostwick calmly. "Do you mean to desert them if I do? I have not yet ordered you to leave." "Ordered me to leave!" echoed the car owner fiercely. "I can neither be ordered to leave nor to stay! But I shall go do you hear?
That Ida May Bostwick we must have come and live with us, and that's all there is about it." Tunis stared. He said: "Never heard of her. She doesn't live anywhere around here, does she?" "No, no! Lives to Boston." "Boston!" Why was it Tunis Latham felt that his heart skipped a beat?
Her eyes never left his face. She was still staring at him, a moment later, ashen-faced and helpless, when they heard Bostwick crossing the hall to admit Ella and her chattering friends. Somehow she stood up, somehow walked to the door. "After nine!" said Ella, briskly introducing, "but I know you didn't miss us! Get a card-table, Bostwick, please.
He added to the maid in the car: "Please alight, your friend is impatient to be starting." He nodded towards the owner of the auto. The maid came down, demurely, casting but a glance at the tall, commanding figure by the wheel. He promptly lifted out a suitcase and three decidedly feminine-looking bags. Bostwick by now was furious. "It's an outrage!" he cried, "a dastardly outrage!
She must try to hold herself in check try to be clever with this man. "Oh," she said, dropping her eyes to her work, "and Glen is in it too?" Bostwick was nervous. He sat down. "Well, yes to some extent a little slice of mine," he faltered. "Naturally he has less than I've given to you." "But didn't he discover the opportunity the chance?" "Certainly not!" he declared vehemently.
He descended spryly into the area before she could close the gate. Her near-sighted scowl misjudged him again, for she added: "Nor I don't want to buy anything." "One moment, ma'am," he cried. "I have nothing for sale. I'd like to see somebody who lodges here." "Who?" asked the woman, peering at him curiously. "Miss Bostwick." "You'll have to come this evening." "Oh!
It urged him, in case he had arrived in Goldite, to hasten southward forthwith "and bring a bunch of money." Glenmore's letters always appealed for money a fact which Bostwick had remembered. The man sat down at his table and wrote a letter to himself.
J. Searle Bostwick into the hands of the convicts, recently escaped, packed off his charges, Miss Beth Kent and her maid, and brought them to Goldite by way of the Monte Cristo mine, in time to behold the discomfited entrance of the said J. Searle Bostwick in prisoner's attire. Mr. Bostwick was described as having been "on his ear" towards Van Buren ever since.
"Now, you know, Ira, Sarah was an orphan and I was her mother's only relation and only that in a kind of a left-handed way, for I wasn't really her aunt. That branch of the Honeys Sarah's father's folks had all died out. Sarah lived about kinder from pillar to post as you might say till she went to Boston and met Mr. Bostwick. Isn't that so, Ida May?" "Yes.
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