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He knew it was his guilt that had done it guilt and perhaps a dread of Corrigan's rage if he should learn of his duplicity. But that word "lately"! If it had been uttered with any sort of an accent he might have been suspicious. But it had come with the bantering ring of the others, with no hint of special significance. And Braman was reassured. "Yes, I'm going out."
She heard the man's name, "Mr. Crofton Braman," softly spoken by her escort, and she acknowledged the introduction formally and walked to the door, where she stood looking out into the street. Braman repelled her she did not know why.
We rejoice to have been a schoolmate of him who wrote "The hours the idle schoolboy squandered The man would die ere he'd forget." Only keep in a boy a pure and generous heart, and, whether he work or play, his time can scarcely be wasted. Which really has done most for the education of Boston, Dixwell and Sherwin, or Sheridan and Braman?
"And now, what has the loose-board telephone told you?" she asked, two hours later when flushed of face from frequent attacks on the bottle Braman rather more flushed than she they relaxed in their chairs after a tilt at poker in which the woman had been the victor.
He saw a face close to his Braman's and remembering that the banker had tripped him, he began to work his right fist into the other's face. He would have finished Braman.
For a long time he sat in the chair at his desk, watching Braman, studying him, scowling, rage in his heart. "If he's up to any dirty work, I'll choke him until his tongue hangs out a yard!" was a mental threat that he repeated many times. "But he's just mush-headed over the woman, I guess he's that kind of a fool!"
Corrigan cursed viciously, his face dark with wrath as he turned to look at the private car, on the switch. The banker watched him with secret, vindictive enjoyment. Miss Benham had judged Braman correctly he was cold, crafty, selfish, and wholly devoid of sympathy. He was for Braman, first and last and in the interim. "Miss Benham went to the cut so I hear," he went on, smoothly.
"Graney gave notice of appeal," protested the Judge. "Which the Circuit Court denied." "He'll go to Washington," persisted the Judge, gulping. "I can't legally do it." Corrigan laughed. "Appoint a receiver to operate the mine, pending the Supreme Court decision. Appoint Braman. Graney has no case, anyway. There is no record or deed."
Against the partition, which was still swaying, his arms outstretched, a pistol in one hand, trying to crowd still farther back to escape the searching glance of Trevison's eyes, was Braman. He had overheard Trevison's tense whisper to Corrigan.
She got up and walked back and forth in the room, Braman watching her with passion lying naked in his eyes, his lips loose and moist. She stopped in front of him, finally. "Go home, Croft there's a good boy. I want to think." "That's cruelty to animals," he laughed in a strained voice. "But I'll go," he added at signs of displeasure on her face. "Can I see you tomorrow night?"
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