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I met the worthy policeman in the hall, blown but exultant. Owens was following him, and between them they half-dragged, half-carried the man who had given the alarm. "He made a fight for it," puffed Corson, "but I got in wan good lick at him and he wilted. You'll surrinder next time when I tell ye, won't ye, me buck?" "Aren't there any more about?" I asked.
What did he mean by that gratuitous insult to a man who had made him a generous proposition in straight business to a guest under your roof, Senator Corson?" "By gad! I'll find out what it means!" snapped the Senator, pricked in his pride and in his sense of responsibility as a go-between. He pushed a button in the row on his study table.
But I hastened to disclaim the dangerous distinction. "I am not Wilton," I declared. "My name is Dudley Giles Dudley." At this announcement Detective Coogan turned to the policeman. "Just step into Morris' room, Corson, and tell him I'm going up to the morgue." "Now," he continued, as the policeman closed the door behind him, "this won't do, Wilton.
"Who is this pure young man with whom the beautiful Pepeeta is so safe? What is it you call him, David Crocker?" "'Tain't his real name." "What is his real name?" "D'n I ever t-t-tell you?" "No." "Real name's C-C-Corson David Corson." "What?" cried the judge, springing to his feet. "C-C-Corson I tell you," stuttered the quack, too drunk to notice the peculiar effect of his announcement.
I saw how your plan succeeded." "Damn you, Morrison! What has happened?" The Senator did not merely demand he exploded. The silence which followed became oppressive. Miss Corson was too thoroughly horrified to proceed. Apparently Governor North and Daunt had selected their spokesman and had nothing to say for themselves.
"Is what's in that cabinet wuth as much as a dollar?" "Oh! I expect so," said Nan. "More." "Will you give me a dollar for 'em?" he asked, eagerly. "Oh, I couldn't! But perhaps I can write to somebody who would be interested in buying some of your things, and for much more than a dollar." Corson looked disappointed. Nan asked, curiously: "Why do you want the dollar?"
We are waiting for my daughter," stated Corson, with a severity which indicated that he was determined, then and there, to rebuke the cause of her delay. "I'm so sorry you have waited!" Lana called to them from the landing, and came hurrying down, fastening the clasp of her furs. She went to Mrs. Stanton, her face expressing apologetic distress.
I can make Stewart understand." Daunt paced up and down the room, easing his turgid neck against a damp collar. The Senator pondered. The secretary, after a time, tapped and entered. "Mayor Morrison is not in the ballroom, sir. And I could not find him." "You should have inquired of Miss Corson." "I could not find Miss Corson." The Senator started for the door. He turned and went back to Daunt.
He went to the front window and gazed at the Corson limousine until it rolled away; Lana had Coventry Daunt with her in the cozy intimacy afforded by the twin seats forward in the tonneau. "They make a smart-looking couple, bub," commented Calvin Dow, feeling perfectly free to stand at Stewart's elbow to inspect any object that the younger man found of interest.
"But as one must see something of the world," continues Mrs. Spofford, "he used to jump from lintel to lintel of the windows of the block, if by chance his own were left open, and return when he pleased." Muff died soon after the death of Miss Booth. Vashti, who was very much admired by all her mistress's literary friends, was given to Miss Juliet Corson.
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