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One after another read out answers. A few went up to Mrs. Craven for assistance. "Lottie Brower," the lady said presently. Lottie colored. She had a kind of school-girl grudge against Hester. "I I haven't done my sums," she replied slowly. "Why not?" "Because the world is coming to an end. They're so hard, and what is the use if we're not going to live longer than next week?"
That is, provided the new papers were ever recorded. "Then I am safe until ?" she began. "Until he negotiates or otherwise settles with Brower. Until he has destroyed all evidence." "Then everything seems to depend on this Brower," she said, knitting her brows anxiously. "Where is he?" I did not answer this last question.
'On Saturday I shall take Hope away for a bit of rest to Saratoga probably and from there I shall take her to Hillsborough myself for a day or two. 'Thought she was goin' home with me, said Uncle Eb. 'O dear no! said Mrs Fuller, 'she cannot go now. The girl is ill and it's such a long journey. The postman came then with a letter for Uncle Eb. It was from David Brower.
'Hear'n 'em tell 'bout goin' t' the village, an' I says t' myself, "Uncle Eb," says I, "we'll hev t' be goin'. 'Tain' no place fer you in the village." 'Holden, said David Brower, 'don't ye never talk like that ag'in. Yer just the same as married t' this family, an' ye can't ever git away from us.
As he came near I felt his hand upon my shoulder. 'Better go home, Brower, he said, as I recognised the voice of Trumbull. 'You've been out a long time. Passed you before tonight. 'Why didn't you speak? 'You were preoccupied. 'Not keeping good hours yourself, I said. 'Rather late, he answered, 'but I am a walker, and I love the night. It is so still in this part of the town.
A look of relief came into his face and I am sure a look of anxiety came into mine. He had taken the centre of the stage before I could stop him. 'Lathes and gentlemen, said he, 'I am glad to inform you that General Brower has at last arrived. I remembered then there was a General Brower in the army who was also a power in politics.
We jogged out to Box Springs by way of the lower alkali flats. It is about three miles farther that way; but one can see for miles in every direction. I did not one bit fancy the cañons, the mesquite patches, and the open ground of the usual route. I beguiled the distance watching Brower. The animal he rode was a hammer-headed, ewe-necked beast with a disconsolate eye and a half-shed winter coat.
'Wall, I swan! said Uncle Eb. 'Jes' like a kitten's ear! 'Eggzac'ly! said David Brower. Elizabeth lifted the silk and let it flow to her feet Then for a little she looked down, draping it to her skirt and moving her foot to make the silk rustle. For the moment she was young again. 'David, she said, still looking at the glory of glossy black that covered her plain dress.
Dierich Brower and his men found Peter in his first sleep. They opened his cupboards, they ran their knives into an alligator he had nailed to his wall; they looked under his bed: it was a large room, and apparently full of hiding-places, but they found no Gerard.
In the meantime Professor Darlington Ruggles made his way to another part of the city, not far from the river, and met a man in a dingy basement room at the rear of a low doggery. Strange place for a learned professor, was it not? "You've kept me waiting awhile, boss." The speaker was the man we have seen at Madge Scarlet's Nick Brower by name.
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