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"Well, at all events, you gets beefey, Brackenbury," said I; "you must be a couple of stone heavier than when we used to talliho the 'ounds together. I think I could lead you over the Weald now, at all ewents if the fences were out of the way," for I must confess that Brack was always a terrible chap at the jumps, and could go where few would follow.
"Say, Tiny," he blurted out at length, "if you happen around by the front door and miss the screen don't be scared an' think it's stole. I had to use it fur somethin' last night." "The screen door?" gasped Celestina. "Yes." "But but Willie! The door was new this Spring; there wasn't a brack in it." "I know it," was the calm answer. "That's why I took it."
She was rising to her value, she was soaring with it the value Mr. Pitman almost convulsively imputed to her, the value that consisted for her of being so unmistakably the most dazzling image Mrs. Brack had ever beheld. These were the uses, for Julia, in fine, of adversity; the range of Mrs.
"I's got lost in de swamp, boss, 'deedy I has, an' I smelled de vittals a-cookin', so's I couldn't keep away. Didn't mean to skeer yuh, suah I didn't. Yuh wouldn't hurt a pore ole brack man, would yuh, little marse?" he droned, still keeping his eyes fastened apprehensively on Frank and his gun. "I guess it's a fairy story he's putting up, Frank. They told me about him up at the town.
"I wish I were of his age," said the venerable Colchicum, with a sigh, as he inclined his purple face toward a large goblet of claret. "C'te Jeunesse. Peuh! je m'en fiche," said Madame Brack, Coralie's mamma, taking a great pinch out of Lord Colchicum's delicate gold snuff-box. "Je n'aime que les hommes faits, moi.
"Oh, honey," he exclaimed, holding out his tremulous old hands in a gesture of appeal, while the fire-light flickered on a face on which affection and real sincerity were plain, "I's watched ovuh you evuh sence yo' wuh a baby, an' when I see dat han'some face o' hers was drawin' of yo' on, it jus' nigh broke my ol' brack heaht, it did. It did, Marse Frank, fo' suah."
Comme milor Coralie! n'est ce pas que tu n'aimes que les hommes faits, ma bichette?" My lord said, with a grin, "You flatter me, Madame Brack."
Then Eleanor came out, and the story of Brack's shrewdness had to be told to her. "What are you going to do now?" she asked. Jamieson threw up his hands with a laugh. "Wait and keep my eyes open," he said. "I'm going to act as if I'd lost all interest in the case. That may fool Brack. Our best chance now, you see, is to wait for the other side to make a mistake.
Brack knows that, too, if he doesn't and he knows, also, that I know one or two things about him that make it a good idea for him to be careful, unless he wants to be disbarred." "Then you'll keep on working and you'll try to find out what's become of Zara, too?" "Yes. I looked up the number that Bessie saw the number of that car. And it's just as I thought.
And as the car in which they were sitting went through the station Bessie clutched Dolly's arm, and spoke in her ear. "Look!" she said. "There on the platform! Did you ever see those men before?" Dolly gave a startled cry as her eyes followed Bessie's pointing finger. "Mr. Holmes!" she exclaimed. "And that's that little lawyer, Mr. Brack. And the old man with the whiskers "
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