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Miss Bunker had two good eyes in her head and womanly intuitiveness in her soul, and she had read three times into empty air a dictated letter while Stewart Morrison looked past her in the direction which the Corson car had taken that first day when Lana Corson had shown herself on the street.
I don't think the Senator needs any advice from us, but a little of the proper kind of information about Morrison's latest demfoolishness will make Corson understand that he needs to put some hot pep as well as sugar into his politeness. We'll get to him as soon as we can. Make it strong, Blanchard, make it strong!" As soon as opportunity offered, Blanchard did make it strong.
"You have a chance now. Frank Corson is in your home." "Yes. I have a chance now." The phone clicked. Rhoda put it down and went back to the sofa. As she sank to the floor, Frank Corson looked at her questioningly. "That was certainly a cryptic conversation." When Rhoda didn't answer, he scowled and snapped, "There you go again. Into the brown study." "Oh, I'm sorry, dear."
"As a banker's daughter, I'll say that the references that have been submitted by Miss Corson in regard to your standing are excellent," said Mrs. Stanton, with a significance meant for Lana's confusion. But while she was detaching the tassel from her girdle Governor North interrupted. He was standing on the stairs, just below the little group.
Then she was surprised to see a young man's head set upon a shriveled child's body! Corson Vanderwiller had a broad brow, a head of beautiful, brown, wavy hair, and a fine mustache. He was probably all of twenty-five years old. But Nan soon learned that the poor cripple was not grown in mind, more than in body, to that age. His voice was childish, and his speech and manner, too.
I don't know whether your lives are in danger or not, but please co-operate with us. Please report immediately anything of a suspicious nature that you see." "Of course, we will," Frank Corson said. "I didn't see any signs of hostility in the other one, though." "Be that as it may, we must get our hands on him."
Now let me alone, sir! I am talking with Senator Corson!" The Senator squelched the Governor with another gesture. "We have our laws, Morrison. We must abide by 'em. And the political game must be played according to the law." "I think I have already expressed my opinion to you about that game, sir.
He went over the patient's torso, up and down, back and forth. At times he straightened to rest his back and stared down into the calm, expressionless face on the pillow. Twenty minutes passed, during which time Frank Corson checked and rechecked every inch of the man's torso. When he finished, he slowly folded his stethoscope and pulled the sheet back into place.
It was related of North that he always thriftily passed his cigars by his own hand and counseled the recipient: "Help yourself! Take all you want! Take two!" The guests adopted the comfortable attitude that Corson had dropped down home to Marion to pay a debt which he owed to his constituents, and they all jumped in with alacrity to help him pay it.
The difference between the two Chinese failed to impress me, but I was mindful of my reputation as an old resident. "Oh, yes; a very marked contrast," I said promptly, just as I would have sworn that they were twins if Corson had suggested it. "Very remarkable!" said Mr. Carter dubiously.
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