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He was a small, dark individual, with spectacles, plainly of the city. "Beware! Smallpox!" called Ross, as his visitor drew near the door. The new-comer waved his hand contemptuously. "I've had it. Are you Ross Cavanagh?" "I am!" "My name is Hartley. I represent the Denver Round-up. I'm interested in this sheep-herder killing merely as a reporter," he added, with a fleeting smile.
"Mrs. Cavanagh," said he, after some chat, "may I be permitted to indulge in the felicity of a dance with Miss Cavanagh?" "Which of them?" asked the mother, and then added, without waiting for a reply "to be sure you may." "The felicity of a dance! that was well expressed, Mr.
Their brother James, from whatever cause it may have proceeded, seemed to be nearly as much cast down as his sister; and were it not that Cavanagh himself and his wife sustained themselves by a hope that Kathleen might ultimately relax so far as to admit, as she had partly promised to do, the proposals of Edward Burke, it would have been difficult to find so much suffering apart from death under the same roof.
He had the slinking air of the convict, and his form, so despairing in its lax lines, appealed to Lee with even greater poignancy than his face. "I'm sorry," she said to him, "but it was my duty to help Mr. Cavanagh." He glanced up with a quick sidewise slant. "That's all right, miss; I should have had sense enough to keep out of this business."
Young Clinton felt surprised and grieved at what his uncle had just hinted to him; but on the other hand, he felt considerably elated at the prospect of being able to bring about a reconciliation between these two families, and with this excellent motive in view he went to Cavanagh, with whom he had a private conversation.
"I know I will have much to endure," he thought, while pacing the room by himself in every way, "but I little value anything the world at large may think or say, so that I don't lose the love and good opinion of Kathleen Cavanagh." "Why, Bryan," said Hycy, as he entered, "I think you must provide a secretary some of these days, your correspondence is increasing so rapidly."
In the end the rancher promised to do this, but his tone was that of a broken and distraught dotard. All the landmarks of his life seemed suddenly shifted. All the standards of his life hitherto orderly and fixed were now confused and whirling, and Cavanagh, understanding something of his plight, pitied him profoundly.
Cavanagh "an' at this saison of the! year, too. Well, that same's a loss." "Honest woman," said M'Mahon, addressing Kate Hogan, "maybe you'd give me a draw o' the pipe?" "Maybe so," she replied; "an' why wouldn't I? Shough! that is here!" "Long life to you, Katy.
It was as if they were contemplating an absorbing drama, in whose enactment they had only the spectator's curious interest. Slowly, wonderingly, the girl drew near and called to Cavanagh, who turned quickly, crying out: "Don't come too close, and don't be frightened. I set the place on fire myself.
There amid the yellow and green and gold, amid the abominable reek of burning hashish I stood and faced Hassan of Aleppo! No words came to me; I was confounded. Hassan spoke in that gentle voice which I had heard only once before. "Mr. Cavanagh," he said, "I have brought you here that I might warn you.
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