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Updated: May 11, 2025
"I'll put nothin' down," he announced triumphantly. "You set down that box." Hastily Brodie put it on the table. He drew further away, backing toward the front door. "Git!" cried old Honeycutt. They could hear the air rushing back into Brodie's lungs as he came to the door and his fear left him. "I'll be back, Honeycutt, don't you fear," he growled savagely.
"You know I would not for a moment presume to interfere with the Bank, but" here she deployed her whole force, "the lad's youth and folly; his previous good character, guaranteed by Dunn, who knows men; his glorious game no man who wasn't straight could play such a game! the large chance of his innocence, the small chance of his guilt; the hide-bound rigidity of lawyers and bank managers, dominated by mere rules and routine, in contrast with the open-minded independence of her uncle; the boy's utter helplessness; his own father having been ready to believe the worst, just think of it, Uncle, his own father thinking of himself and of his family name much he has ever done for his family name! and not of his own boy, and" here Miss Brodie's voice took a lower key "and his mother died some five or six years ago, when he was thirteen or fourteen, and I know, you know, that is hard on a boy."
I beg you'l offer my dutiful respects to Grandpapa, and all friends, and still believe me, Dear Sir, 'Your sincere and affte. friend 'To Mr. William Blair, at Mr. Brodie's in Lille Street, near Leister fields London. This illness of Pickle's was troublesome: it is to be feared the poor gentleman never quite recovered his health. As usual, he is in straits for money.
They were like octopuses in mortal combat; their arms flailing seemed more than four arms Brodie had his hands at King's throat King's hands were at Brodie's throat. She saw Brodie's bestial face gloating. He was so confident now. She saw his great hands shut down, sinking into the flesh. King's face, when she got one swift glimpse of it, was set, void of expression.
Yet Brodie's resolution was romantic after its fashion, and was far more respectable than the blackguardism of the French Revolution, which distracted housewifely discontent a year after the Deacon swung. Moreover, it gave occasion for his dandyism and his love of display.
After that he moved more guardedly. But still he crowded ahead; once in his excitement, when she brushed against him and he thought that she was going to get in his way, he shoved her violently aside. It was then that Gloria, looking back, saw Brodie's great bulk outlined against the snow outside. He came in; she saw his rifle; his figure was absorbed in the shadows.
Well as David Laing edits Alexander Brodie's Diary, unfortunately for some of his readers he leaves his index an index of names only, neglecting things. And thus I have had to extemporise an index for myself under such sad heads as those of Brodie's 'passionateness, his 'covetousness, his 'time-serving' and 'tuft-hunting, and suchlike.
In many of these instances the state of the mind and occasionally the time of day have a marked influence. Men noted for their sagacity and courage have been prostrated by fear of pain. Sir Robert Peel, a man of acknowledged superior physical and intellectual power, could not even bear the touch of Brodie's finger to his fractured clavicle.
Though the thing wavered considerably, its end was not six feet from Brodie's head, and both hammers were back, while the ancient nervous fingers were playing as with palsy about the triggers. King expected the discharge each second. Brodie whirled and drew back, his face turning grey. "Put it down, you old fool; put it down!" he cried raspingly. "I'll go." The old man cackled in his delight.
Dead, he was bent on Jack's dishonor; living, he would never rest until Jack's life was condemned. "Ah, yes that's true. Your father is potent at headquarters. I can answer for mamma. We shall be delighted and comforted to have you. I shall need you as much as mamma needs me. We are only waiting for Mr. Brodie's report. I don't expect much from his researches.
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