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Updated: June 12, 2025
Britt's best judgment in the matter, he was in a fine way to own a whole town a barony six miles square at an extremely reasonable figure. From the selectman down, nobody seemed to feel that Egypt property was worth anything. As to beginning suits against the town, nobody felt like paying lawyers' fees and piling up costs. It was like tilting against a fog bank.
He turned on his heel and walked out of Britt's office. In the street the young man met Prophet Elias, who was adventuring abroad under his big umbrella. Vaniman was in a mood to poke ruthless facts against his aches. "Prophet, you ought to know whether any of the folks in this town believe that I'm innocent. Are there any?"
Isn't it best to go along as we are for a little while, till I can see my way to get my feet placed somewhere else?" "We must do so, Frank for the time being." Her candor matched his. "I do need this employment for the sake of my folks. Both of us must be fair to ourselves not silly. Only " Her forehead wrinkled again. "I know, Vona! Britt's attentions! I'll take it on myself "
The prospects of getting anything were clouded by the revelations concerning President Britt's private entrance to the bank vault. But Britt was not accused of anything except of presuming on too many liberties in running a one-man bank. Under some circumstances Britt would have been called to an accounting, without question.
Though Frank said but little to the girl about his talk with the president, he imagined he could feel the tingle of Britt's handclasp as he remembered the look on Britt's face, and he pitied the old man. To go on, seizing every opportunity to make love, would seem like "rubbing it in," Frank told himself. He also said something of the sort to Vona, and she agreed with an amiable smile.
He came forward promptly in his chair, slapped his palm on the waiting pack of cards, and cut for the deal while Vaniman was throwing off his coat. "Judging by signs, as I came past Britt's shop, The Hornet is getting ready to buzz again," said the cashier. "Aye! I reckoned as much. I have looked across there from time to time to-day and have seen customers knocking in vain on the door.
The onlookers were considerably surprised by Britt's silence; they wondered what controlled his tongue; but they were not in doubt on one point every man of them knew that when Tasper Britt wore that expression it meant that he had settled upon the method of his revenge in the case of one who had offended him.
She has often told me that her father's spirit is leading her every movement." "That particular ghost is Clarke don't you think?" Britt's eyes narrowed. "I don't know. I have never been able to connect him directly with a single one of these manifestations, and yet he must be at the bottom of part of it." "It all comes back, then, to the girl herself." Britt rose uneasily.
For a moment, sick with horror and unutterable woe, she stood there alone against the tawdry curtain, as wide-eyed and white-faced as Tragedy's muse. Men, women, and children, all the folks of Egypt, were struggling to their feet; the sliding settees squawked and clattered. She saw Tasper Britt, fighting a path for himself, Starr following. Britt's face, above his blackened beard, was yellow-pale.
The public, however, did declare behind his back that he must have invented something in the way of a system to be able to wear those clothes and drive that hitch. To be sure, there were some who insisted that the matter of Vona was still potent with Britt and that Britt's money was behind Harnden.
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