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That object, however, was evidently considered by themselves of very great importance, and to require extraordinary precautions; for before Wilton reached the direction-post to which Byerly had referred, he passed two more horsemen, one of whom was singing as he came up, but stopped immediately on perceiving the wayfarer, and demanded in a civil tone
"Friend Salter, you are blind as well as deaf. Do you know Miss Podge Byerly?" "No. Do you?" "She's common! Agnes Wilt uses her as a stool-pigeon. She fetches, and carries, and flies by night. One of the school directors shoved her on the public schools for intimate considerations. Perhaps you'll see him about the house if you look sharp and late some night." "Jer-rich-co! Jericho!"
"Who do you mean?" demanded Wilton, somewhat anxiously. "I mean the Colonel," replied Captain Byerly. "Indeed!" said Wilton. "I wish to see him very much." "You will find him there, then," replied the other. "But he is sadly changed, poor fellow, sadly changed, indeed!" "How so?" said Wilton. "Do you mean that he has been ill?"
"I remember you well, sir," said the Duke, "and your good services. Should we meet in France, I may be able to repay them especially if your views are still of a military kind." Byerly bowed his head, without reply, but looked much gratified; and while he proceeded to look for Plessis, the Duke once more turned to the Lady Helen.
"Yes," added Podge Byerly, "the woman who writes anonymous letters, I think, will have a cancer, or wart on her eye, or marry a bow-legged man. The resurrectionists will get her body, and the primary class in the other world will play whip-top with the rest of her." Agnes and Podge went to church prayer-meeting the night following Calvin Van de Lear's repulse at their dwelling, and Mr.
The ghost of William Zane admonishes me that there can be no repose for my spirit until I take in hand the work of vengeance. Yes, if women have been accessory to that murder, they shall not be spared. Miss Agnes is under surveillance; let her be blameless, or beware!" "He looks scared out of last year's growth," remarked Podge Byerly when Duff Salter came down-stairs next day.
This gentleman only makes nice distinctions when it suits him. However, we are taking means to get all his people away from him. Byerly won't be such a stickler, no doubt, and five or six of the others we can bribe." "Ay, but will he not betray us," said Sir William Parkyns.
Then the crystal water, shooting the old black mill-wheel, fell off it like the beard from Duff Salter's face, and went away in pools and flakes across a meadow, under spontaneous willow trees which liked to stand in moisture and cover with their roots the harmless water-snakes. A few cottages peeped over the adjacent ridges upon the hidden dale. "What a restful place!" exclaimed Podge Byerly.
Duff Salter seemed to have heard this, for, with his grave eyes bent on Agnes, he echoed, dubiously: "Cut-throat!" With an impatient motion Podge Byerly snatched at the cards, and they fell to the floor. Agnes burst into tears and left the room. "Upon my word," thought Podge Byerly, "I believe this old gray rat is a detective officer!" There was a shadow over the best residence on Queen Street.
Bunn, our principal school director, and a man of large means, who had long been in love with her." "Where is he?" said the principal. "I heard it from his sister," said the other lady. "Mortified at her refusal, because confident that she would accept him, he sailed this day for Europe." These were the last words Podge Byerly heard. Then it seemed that the waters closed over her head.
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