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Perkins, goggling upward to meet a coldly hostile glance, rose, nodded in some wonder, and said: "How do you do?" Raimonda sent Cluff a glance of interrogation, to which that experimentalist in human antagonisms responded with a borrowed Spanish gesture of pleasurable uncertainty. "I will not say that I'm glad to meet you, Mr. Perkins," began Carroll weightily, and paused.
Cluff came running down the long structure in great strides. "Moses, Carroll! I'm glad to see you! Where've you been?" A week earlier, the scion of all the Virginias would have resented this familiarity from a professional athlete. But neither Mr. Carroll's mind nor his heart was a sealed inclosure. He had learned much in the last few days. "Up on the mountain," he said.
As Ian Anderson and Donald with the ragged head had to return home that day, they were offered a lift by their friend Roderick. "I wad raither waalk, Rodereek," said Ian; "but I dar' say I may as weel tak a lift as far as the Cluff; chump up, Tonal'." Donald was not slow to obey. Although active and vigorous as a mountain goat, he had no objection to repose under agreeable conditions.
"And wife!" exclaimed Cluff loudly. He whistled as a vent to his amazement. "That explains all the talk about a woman a lady in his quinta on the mountains?" "Apparently," said Carroll. "May I see that document, Mr. Sherwen?" The American representative handed him the paper. As he was studying it, Galpy reentered, still scant of breath from excitement and haste.
Nobody seems to be interfering with HIM, and he's freaky enough looking to start a riot on Broadway." Further comment was checked by the voice of the scientist at the door, asking to see Mr. Sherwen at once. Miss Polly immediately slipped out of the room to the patio, followed by Carroll and Cluff. "My business, probably," remarked Mr. Brewster. "I'll just stay and see." And he stayed.
"Right as can be, thanks to you. On behalf of the Brewster family, I want to express our appreciation of your assistance to Miss Brewster this morning." "Oh, that was nothing," returned the other. "But it might have been a great deal. Mr. Brewster will wish to thank you in person " "Aw, forget it!" besought Mr. Thomas Cluff. "That little lady is all right.
Cluff thereupon called for a pint of wine and desired to speak with Mr. Payne. Accordingly he came out, and then he addressed himself to him in these words. Sir, you are not insensible that I am going to suffer an ignominious death for what I declare I am not guilty of, as I am to appear before my Great Judge in a few moments, to answer for all my past sins.
Brewster was performing prodigies with a niblick which he had extracted, at full run, from a bag opportunely resting against the hat-rack. Almost before they knew it, the rescue party had broken the intercepting wing of the mob, and had joined the others. Cluff threw a gorilla-like arm across the Unspeakable Perk's shoulder, "Hurt, boy?" he cried anxiously. "No, I'm all right.
In 1882 he was joined by the Cluff and Zufelt families and by James Pace of the Mormon Battalion, who built a stockade, and a little later by Hyrum Brinkerhoff and wife Margaret, "Aunt Maggie," who bought and occupied the Moody place. They were prominent among the Southern Utah and Muddy pioneers.
It seems there lived with him as a fellow servant, one Mary Green, whom some suggested he had an affection for; but whether that were so or not, did not very clearly appear, but on the contrary it was proved that they had many janglings and quarrels together, in which Cluff had sometimes struck her.
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