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Without a word to the driver, whom he supposed to be Dalton, he opened the carriage door and laid his hand on Chick's arm, at the same time pointing toward the house. Chick signified that he understood, and held out both hands, as if he wished to be helped to the sidewalk.
The egg, when first a chick, the shell's its prison; So's flesh to the soul, who yet with Christ is risen. The shell doth crack, the chick doth chirp and peep, The flesh decays, as men do pray and weep. The shell doth break, the chick's at liberty, The flesh falls off, the soul mounts up on high But both do not enjoy the self-same plight; The soul is safe, the chick now fears the kite.
As may readily be supposed, the emotions excited in the various persons present differed widely. But of the two who rejoiced, it is hard to say that Chick was second to Dr. Jarvis. The smile which settled down upon Chick's face was beautiful to behold. He was the image of satisfaction. "I had it right," he said, and hugged himself. The doctor in the meanwhile sat in a sort of delightful trance.
To answer that we pass on to the story of the bringing of the body through the vacant lot, and hoisting it over the wall. "The testimony of Prescott I regard as reliable. Chick's investigations satisfy me as to the man's character and motives. Then we acquit the doctor at once." "This is nonsense," cried Deever. "I will not be silent any longer."
But in spite of her scoffing, Myrtella was impressed. For many years she had considered a visit to a spiritualist, or clairvoyant, one of her wildest and most extravagant dissipations. The possibility of having a medium in the family was a luxury not to be lightly dismissed. "Where'd you git the money fer the lessons?" she demanded suddenly. Phineas hesitated and was lost. "You spent Chick's!
Chick's straight, well-knit form, his quick-trained actions, overbalanced the question of the prophet in the mind of the man on the throne. His delight was self-evident. "Truly you are soundly built, stranger; you are made of iron and whipcord, finely formed, quick and alert." He threw a word to one of his heavy-faced attendants, then suddenly stood up and descended from his throne.
We were discovered a few minutes ago; already we have lost many men. Just give us the lights, so that we can get at them! It is a waste of men, with the advantage all on their side." Then, lapsing into English for Chick's benefit: "'Tis welcome ye are! Ivery mon helps, how." "What are these sounds? You say they are fighting?" "'Tis the deherers ye hear, lad. They fight with silent guns.
"She's a frivolous little thing, but thoroughly sweet and dear. She adores Fleurette." "Aha, little mother! So that's the way to your good graces, is it? I too adore Fleurette." "But you're already in my good graces, and have been for years." "So? Then," Chick's tone grew wheedlesome, "invite me up here often, won't you?"
It was the soul of the Blind Spot, the reason and the wherefore of all about him. He heard someone step up behind him, and he turned. It was the Senestro, going over the words of the prophecy. "Can you read it, Sir Phantom?" asked the handsome Bar. His black eyes were twinkling with delight. "Have you read it all?" He put a hand on Chick's shoulder. It was a careless act, almost friendly.
"Give him some of the liquor; it will do him good. It will put the old energy back in his bones." The voice rang oddly familiar in Watson's ears. The words were Thomahlian; not until Chick had drained his glass did he comprehend their significance. "Who are you?" he asked. The Bar with the red hair grinned. "Whist, me lad," using Chick's own tongue. "Get rid of these Thomahlians.
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