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"You are showing wonderfully discreet abilities Richard, and I can easily prophesy a great future for you. It happened by the merest chance that I had met Mr. Cheever before, down in Boston, when he was known under another name," he said, mysteriously. "What? Mr. Cheever isn't that his real name, and he a bank examiner?" "So-called just at present.
The only cruel thing we ever did was to cut down through the middle of an ant's nest in the pine woods. Our Natural History Club, of which both old folk and young folk were members, made quite a thorough study of ants, at one time, and, for the purpose of illustrating a lesson, John Cheever drove a spade through the center of a nest and shoveled away, one half of it.
"Why, his old reliable sweetheart. He's been silly about her since babyhood. When she married Pete Cheever he moped like a sick hound. And didn't he beat up Pete in a club only a few days before he married you?" This was all news to Kedzie and it sickened her. She demanded more poison, and Pet ladled it out joyously. She told Kedzie how Prissy Atterbury found Jim at Charity's home.
D.'s absence from home, and probably knew that his wife would be more than a match for a whole tribe of savages. When the Rev. Mr. Cheever was knocked down and flogged in the streets of Salem and then imprisoned, Hawthorne came out of his retreat and visited him regularly in jail, showing strong sympathy for the man and great indignation for those who had maltreated him.
It happened that he found the Cheever limousine waiting outside. He said to the chauffeur: "Where does Miss Zada L'Etoile live?" The chauffeur was startled. He answered, with a touch of raillery: "Search me, sir. How should I know?" "I want none of your back talk," said Dyckman, ready to maul the chauffeur or anybody for practice. He took out his pocket-book and lifted the first bill he came to.
Groome asked this question with an inimitable inflection inherited from her mother and grandmother, both of whom had been guardians of San Francisco society in their day. The accent was on the "who." Bob Cheever, whose grandmother had asked or answered the same question in dark old double parlors filled with black walnut and carved oak, would have muttered, "Oh, hell!" but Mr.
Jim did not want to leave her to get home alone. She did not want her husband to find her with Jim. Cheever had excuse enough in his own life for suspecting other people. He had always disliked Jim Dyckman because Dyckman had always disliked him, and Jim's transparent face had announced the fact with all the clarity of an illuminated signboard.
I believe he gave a lot to the others when he was wealthy." "Good Lord!" Aileen sighed heavily. "It won't pay your dressmakers' bills, what with taxes and all. I won't be much better off. We'll have to marry Rex Roberts or Bob Cheever or Frank Bascom unless he's going up in smoke too, Olive dear. But there are a few others." Alexina shook her head.
He revealed none of the self-consciousness that he manifested before Charity when he exploited his little bag of parlor tricks. Charity's mood had changed from horror to eager curiosity, and thence to cold despair, to cold resentment. It went on to cold intelligence and a belief that her life with Cheever was over.
You look very well in those hunting boots. Lucky you went on that expedition last summer with Mr. Cheever." Mortimer frowned slightly and turned to the door. The brother and sister rarely talked on any but the most impersonal subjects, but more than once he had had an uneasy sense that she knew him better than he knew himself.
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