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Brainard's loud above all the rest, a fatal sound to me, cutting off all escape in that direction. But another way offered and that one near at hand.
At nine o'clock that night, feeling a little as if he were in some sort of familiar dream, Brown, wearing evening dress for the first time in more than a year, sat looking about him. He was at Mrs. Brainard's right hand, in the post of the guest of honour, for Mrs.
Brainard's Sea-Serpent. The colony had now reached a point when its policy must have an eye to its future destinies. If it were intended to push it, like a new settlement, a very different course ought to be pursued from the one hitherto adopted. But the governor and council entertained more moderate views. They understood their real position better.
"Well, meanwhile you might do something in the line of scholarship, a history or a volume of critical essays 'Hours with the Poets, or something of that kind, that would bring in the results of your reading. Have you seen Brainard's book? It seemed to me work that was worth doing. But you could do something of the same kind, only much better, without taking your hands out of your pockets."
The criminal business will come later. Only, you have to play him carefully. He's on the level. A breath of what we really want and it will be all off." "Then we'll have to hold the stock up, as though nothing was going to happen." They had left the board room. Constance hurried into Brainard's office. He was sunk deep in his chair reading some papers. "What's the matter?" she asked.
Brainard's would shrink from the contact, or meet it as that of a sister, "under the skin." Near her his sister Sue's dainty elegance of person showed like a flower against the big figure of Doctor Brainard, who sat at her elbow.
He had spoken in a thoughtful tone, as if he took Mrs. Brainard's question seriously and meant to answer it in the same way. A moment's silence followed. Then Doctor Brainard said slowly: "I suppose you don't find those priceless elements among the people of your abandoned parish. Down there we're all copper and clay, eh?"
"You are a philosopher, Judith. Mr. Max Mueller would like to know you." "Is he a friend of yours, dear?" Leroy blushed, and I saw Jessica curl her lip as she noticed the blush. She laid her hand on Mrs. Brainard's arm. "Have you always been very much alone?" she inquired. "I was born on the ranch, you know; and father was not fond of leaving it.
Jenison and his negro accomplice, Isaac Perry, had quarreled in one of the private card-rooms at Brainard's place in Richmond, where they had met by appointment. The negro, driven desperate and in great fear of the white man, finally drew a revolver and began firing wildly at his employer, who returned the shots. Perry was killed by a bullet which found his heart.
Ten yards away she saw a brightly lighted, uncurtained window, beyond which were figures, plainly discernible. The figures were moving, one bringing a pail, another stooping the scene was not one of still waiting but of tense action. She caught a glimpse of Doctor Brainard's tall form bending above something at one side, then she saw Brown himself cross the room in haste. Mrs.
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