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Updated: September 14, 2025
The taffy cast to her hair had backslid to ashes of roses. Uncorseted and in the white wrapper, she was quite frankly widespread, her hips fitting in tight between the chair-arms, and her knees wide. A screen door snapped sharply shut on its spring, Mr. I.W. Goldstone emerging.
His hands clinched his chair-arms, and his eyes grew glassy and fixed. I pushed home my advantage. "And therefore, traced by these undeniable evidences, I know that you are the slayer of Joseph Crawford. You killed your friend, your benefactor, your employer, in order that he might not disinherit the girl whose fortune you wish to acquire by marrying her!"
Sidwell lit a cigar, though the hand that held the match trembled. "Everything, I hope," he said. "I intend marrying her." The ranchman's face gave no sign at the confession. "You have asked her, have you?" "No. Your coming prevented. I should otherwise have done so to-day." The long fingers on the chair-arms tightened until they grew white. "You knew why I came to town, did you not?"
The last words dropped like a bomb in the midst of the room. Ben Blair swiftly rose from his seat. The negro's eyes rolled around in search of some place of concealment. With a protesting movement Hough was on his feet. "Gentlemen!" he implored. "Gentlemen!" But the intervention was unnecessary. Ben Blair had settled back in his seat. Once more his hands were on the chair-arms.
Then at last Nick's eyes opened. He looked Grange straight in the face. "What are you going to do?" he said. Grange's hands dropped heavily from the chair-arms, and his whole great frame drooped slowly forward. He made no further attempt at evasion, realising the utter futility of such a course. "Do!" he said wearily. "Nothing." "Nothing?" said Nick swiftly.
'Sylvia! said her mother, 'who's yonder? Bell was sitting up in the attitude of one startled out of slumber into intensity of listening; her hands on each of the chair-arms, as if just going to rise. 'There's a fremd man i' t' house. I heerd his voice! 'It's only it's just Charley Kinraid; he was a-talking to me i' t' dairy. 'I' t' dairy, lass! and how com'd he i' t' dairy?
Presently the blue of his eyes went all black, and with strange unwavering concentration he gazed straight before him. A light spread over his face, his hands felt for the chair-arms and held them firmly. He began: "I first remember swinging in a blanket from a pine-tree at a buffalo- hunt while my mother cooked the dinner.
Philip's "Good-night" was more curt than courteous, and he made his way to the club, where, according to his habit, he crouched his small form into one of the great chairs, drawing his head down between his shoulders, which were thrust upward by the resting of his elbows on the chair-arms. Here he sat long, taking no part in any conversation, but watching the smoke from his cigar.
The truth that Sara would never, as long as she lived, put another in the place Garth Trent had held seemed borne in upon Elisabeth that moment. With a strangled cry she sank back into her chair, and her eyes, fixed on Sara's small, stern-set face, held a strange, beaten look. As she sat there, her hands gripping the chair-arms, there was something about her whole attitude that suggested defeat.
"Ah, yes," she said, and flashing a last malignant glance upon Hortensia, she sank to a chair beside her, but not too near her. Mr. Caryll sat back, his legs crossed, his elbows on his chair-arms, his finger-tips together. "The thing I have to tell you is of some gravity," he announced by way of preface. Rotherby took a seat by the desk, his hand upon the treasonable letters.
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