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It might be thought, and some would say so, that the trouble I had with Monson came of Clyde's money being unclean, as not got honestly, but through dodging South American customs, and I'm free to admit it was sticky when I dug it up. But it's never acted other than respectable since that time. I never agreed with Clyde in argument, more than did Stevey Todd.
"It can't be!" she said to herself. "Oh it can't be." Hess swore beneath his breath. If it were Casey Dunne lying across that pack horse He put a huge protective arm around Clyde's shoulders, as if to shield her from the evil they both feared. But she slipped from beneath his arm and fled down the steps toward the party who would have passed in the direction of the stables without halting.
"Meet me at Clyde's in half an hour. We'll be there, never fear." Over by the parcel-room an old man looked about him with anxious eyes. "But, Abby, don't ye see?" he urged. "We've come so fer, seems as though we oughter do the rest all right. Now, you jest set here an' let me go an' find out how ter git there. We'll try fer Bunker Hill first, 'cause we want ter see the munurmunt sure."
As he drew nearer Casey recognized the man Cross. Cross raised his hat in acknowledgment of Clyde's presence. But his words to Casey were very much to the point. "You got notice to keep off this property," said he. "Well?" said Casey. "Do it," said Cross. "Hike meanin' you, understand, and not the lady. She's plumb welcome to ride where she likes. I savvy your game, Dunne.
How long is it since we had our first ride together?" "Seven years no, eight. I was riding a bad pinto. Dad traded him afterward. You wouldn't let me go home alone. Remember?" "Of course. Awful brute for a girl to ride!" "He never set me afoot," she said proudly. "But you'll be leaving here, too, Casey." "I don't think so." "Oh, yes, you will. Clyde's money " "Hang her money!
I feel as if I'd like to break a pane of glass. Let's start something." "I don't find it particularly dull at the present moment." Boyd rose and began to pace the room. "Oh, I heard all about your trouble. I just left the pest-house." "The what?" "The pest-house Clyde's joint. Ain't he a calamity?" "In what way?" "Is there any way in which he ain't?" "You don't like him, do you?"
It is a terrible business. 'Give me young Clyde's address. I must bring him to comfort Cecilia when she learns the truth. She was fond of that poor scapegrace, with all his faults and follies. He paid bitterly for em' poor ne'er-do-weel! very bitterly. 'Bitterly, indeed, I answered absently, looking for a way to escape from a renewed mention of Clyde's name, and finding none.
"Ya-as," said he. "Casey like Clyde?" "Clyde likee Casey," Feng responded knowingly. "Casey call um woman fliend. Lats! All same big Melican bluff, makee me sick. Bimeby some time she makee mally him. Bimeby baby stop. Then me quit. Me go back to China." The prophet's last words blurred in Clyde's ringing ears. The friendly darkness hid her flaming cheeks. Why, oh why, had she listened?
Amanda made her selection after the order of Kitty's; a white embroidered swiss over a pink slip, with a wrap that blended, and yet appeared substantial; while Susy and Ruth, showing extremely good judgment, abided by Mrs. Clyde's decision, and selected simple sheer white organdies with charming sashes, and girlish looking coats of dark red broadcloth.
"You know as well as I do." "H'm! I'd forgotten. Just the same, my plan was a good one. Gas is cheaper." He reached for his glass, at which Clyde's eye fell upon his missing fingers, and the young clubman exploded: "Well! If that's the kind of pill you are, maybe you didn't lose your mit in the Boer War either." Emerson answered for the adventurer: "Hardly! He got blood-poisoning from a hangnail."
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