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Updated: June 10, 2025
A depraved and mongrel pointer, who had tugged at his chain in a wild endeavor to point the whole heterogeneous mass of feathered creatures from sparrow to swan, lost his head and howled dismally until dragged off by the lean-legged student who was attached to the other end of the chain. Gethryn, sprawling on a bench in the sunshine, turned up his nose. Braith grunted scornfully.
The room was full of shadows, and while they spoke it grew quite dark. That night Braith sat by his side and listened to his incoherent talk, and Dr White came and said "Pleuro-pneumonia" was what ailed him. Braith had his traps fetched from his own place and settled down to nurse him. Eleven C arnival was over.
He held it in his hand a while, and then, getting up, went slowly towards the door. He opened the door, closed it behind him and moved toward the stairs. Suddenly he started. "Braith! Is that you?" There was no answer. His voice sounded hollow in the tiled hallway. "Braith," he said again.
"I'd like," cried Bulfinch, "to take it out of his hide!" "Hello!" said Clifford, disturbed in his peaceful occupation, "whose hide are you going to tan?" "Nobody's," said Braith, sternly, still watching the couple who had now almost reached their group.
"I only keep this for medicinal purposes," said the other, blinking nervously, "and and I don't usually produce it when there are any newspapermen around." "But you," said Braith, sipping the mixture with relish, "do you take none yourself?" "I don't drink," said the other, and swallowed his coffee in such a hurry as to bring on a fit of coughing.
Braith, who always hated to see Clifford look like that, turned to Gethryn. "Favorite of yours on the program." Rex looked. "Oh," he cried, "Belle Helene." Next moment he flushed, and feeling as if the others saw it, crimsoned all the deeper. This escaped Clifford, however, who was otherwise occupied. But he joined in the conversation, hoping for an argument.
"After he had used up his English profanity, he called the Jury names in French, German and Spanish. The German stuck, but came out at last like a cork out of a bottle " "Or a bung out of a barrel." "These comparisons are as offensive as they are unjust," said Clifford. "Quite so," said Braith. "Here's the waiter with your beer."
"My blessed boy," it said. We learn from Papa Braith that you will be here before long, but the old chump won't tell when. He intends to meet you all alone at the station, and wishes to dispense with a gang and a brass band. We think that's deuced selfish. You are our prodigal as well as his, and we are considering several plans for getting even with Pa.
"Oh, did I?" "And you recommended a courier to her whom you knew very well, and in whom you had great confidence." "Ah! And what was that courier's name?" "Emanuel Pick. I wasn't fond of Emanuel myself," with a sharp glance at Braith's eyes, "but I supposed you knew something in his favor, or you would not have left er the lady in his charge." Braith was silent.
"How was that?" said Braith, absently. "It was this way. He came to me and told me what I have repeated to you, and that you desired madame to go on at once and wait for you in Vienna, which you expected to reach in a few days after her arrival.
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