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He's taking a little more time as a wrecker in his line but he's making a thorough job of it!" When Tasper mentioned "job" he suggested a natural question to Miss Corson. "Where is he right now?" This time the stare that the city editor gave the girl was distinctly peculiar.
My house got merry hell from a mob a little while ago. There's no political significance in the matter, however!" The Governor queried anxiously for details and Corson gave them. He bitterly arraigned Morrison's stand. North came to his feet and banged his fist on the table. "What? Take that attitude toward a mob in his own city?
He stopped cursing and sat for a while. When he got up and left the office he looked and felt old but he had faced a truth. It would not be necessary to campaign next year. It wouldn't be of any use. John Dennis showed human surprise as Frank Corson lunged at him. He had either been lax in using the controlling power he'd been given, or else Frank Corson had an exceptional resistance.
Various editions of selections. Criticism: Symons's An Introduction to the Study of Browning; same title, by Corson; Mrs. Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Texts: Globe and Cambridge editions, etc.; various editions of selections. Life: by J. H. Ingram; see also Bayne's Two Great Englishmen. Kenyon's Letters of E. B. Browning. Criticism: Essays, by Stedman, in Victorian Poets; by Benson, in Essays.
"Laws! you don't say!" said Mrs. Bowser, much impressed. "I never could tell 'em that way." "It is a strange resemblance," said Mr. Carter. "Don't you find it almost impossible to distinguish between them?" "To tell you the truth, sor, no," said Corson. "It's a trick of the eye with you, sor. If you was to be here with 'em for a month or two you'd niver think there was two of 'em alike.
"A jet airliner, down in the North Atlantic today, imperiled the lives of seventy-six ..." Frank Corson lay propped on two pillows in a private room of the Park Hill Hospital. Rhoda Kane sat in a chair beside the bed. She was pale and very beautiful. The fire was now gone from her body and the fever from her eyes. "They say he wasn't human. They say he was an android."
But Business-man Blanchard was displaying symptoms of worriment. The lawyer viewed with concern this evidence of backsliding, but his attention was suddenly diverted from his companion; then Despeaux nudged Blanchard and directed the latter's gaze by a thumb jerk. They saw Morrison hurry up the stairs to greet Lana Corson when she appeared with her house guest.
I had marveled at her calm amid the excited talk of those about her, but I saw now that it was forced by an effort of her will. She was sadly shaken. "Take my arm," I said. "Mr. Corson will lead the way." I signed to Porter to go ahead and to Barkhouse and Wainwright to follow me. "It's very close here."
Whatever it was that happened, she's the one who's to blame but if she can't be sorry it doesn't excuse her because she's ashamed." Possibly Miss Corson was covering embarrassment with the jaunty grandiloquence that she displayed.
The hosses were now lining up for the start, it was with a touch of malice that Marianne said: "I suppose that's one of your range types? That faded old chestnut just walking up to get in line?" Corson started to answer and then rubbed his eyes to look again. It was Alcatraz plodding towards the line of starters, his languid hoofs rousing a wisp of dust at every step.
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