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He caught it and placed it tenderly in his pocket. "The first gift you ever made me!" he cried rapturously. "I shall ask you to autograph it later. I shall treasure it always!" "Who are those gentlemen out yonder?" she asked, spying Congdon and Leary in the row boat. "The gentleman idling at the oars is Mr. Leary, the honest innkeeper from Huddleston; the other is Mr. Putney Congdon!"
"After you ran past the barricade so successfully and delivered the little Congdon girl I've been sure Ruth's confidence in you isn't misplaced." "That was a trifling matter. I wish you'd tell me before we leave just how much credence you give this buried treasure story? While we're about it we must go to the bottom of that."
He raised his hand as a signal to Congdon not to fire, and waited, hanging back in the shadows, watching the wild gyrations of the madman. Carey seemed now to be oblivious to everything that was happening about him as he continued his dance of triumph. In the midst of this weird performance, suddenly widening the circumference of his operations, he stumbled.
Then she said: 'What I don't like about it is the Captain can't ride in it. I'm not going to keep it, she said." "That was for effect," remarked Lee. "Don't be nasty, Mrs. Congdon. You can't look into her big serious eyes and say such things." Lee looked at Alice. "Oh, well, if it comes down to 'big serious eyes, then all criticism is valueless. Aren't men curious?
I'd rather die than have doctors and nurses trailing me about." "They're odious," Archie assented. "There! Now have a cigarette to kill the taste." "Good idea! One more and I'll turn in." A cigarette is the most insignificant of peace offerings, and yet Archie experienced a pleasurable thrill as Putney Congdon accepted one from his case.
With a finality that closed discussion she fell energetically upon the dishes, and he left her to join the Governor and Congdon. His enlightenment as to the complexity of human nature was proceeding. Sally was wonderful, astonishing, baffling. He did not question that this time she had told him the truth.
"Lights and water haven't been turned off and if you take the house your folks can step right in. Mrs. Congdon left only yesterday. Suppose you'll be going on the five eleven; it's your only chance of getting back to Boston tonight. If you don't find it convenient to stop here again, just leave the key under the door mat."
I began to stay out to help mother when I was fourteen. I missed a whole lot. I'd kind o' like to make it up now if I could." Moss was eager to probe a little deeper. "Your life is thrillingly romantic to us the kind of thing we read of. Congdon writes that you have a superb home. I should think you'd hate to leave it, even for a visit."
Mrs. Congdon seated him opposite her at the table, and he continued to stare at her with the frankest curiosity. She returned his gaze at last with a certain defiance, but found no offence in his eyes, which were round as his face, and of a sincere, steady gray. He was smooth-shaven, and his blond hair was rather short.
They called him Congdon all right and he may be the owner of that car. The thought pleases me. Heard him asking for his father, Eliphalet Congdon, who's a chess fiend, too, it appeared. Had heard of him before the old boy carries his will around in his umbrella just to tantalize his relations, who are all crazy to know what he's going to do with his money.
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