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He went out, closing the door quietly; and there was reason for the sudden sweat in his palms. Chance! A wry smile stirred one corner of Cunningham's mouth. He had boasted that he had left nothing to chance, with this result! Burning up! Inward and outward fires! Love beads! Well, what were they if not that? But that she would trust him when everything about him should have repelled her!
Cunningham's behalf, and on the Alwa-sahib's, and Mahommed Gunga's, that should you have made any attempt against my liberty should you have offered me any insult or indignity before they come should you have tried to anticipate the terms of your agreement then then there would be an end of bargaining and promises, Jaimihr-sahib, and your life would be surely forfeit! Do you understand?"
Cunningham's crew, under the temporary leadership of Cleve, proceeded to make everything shipshape. There was no exuberance; they went at the business quietly and grimly. They sensed a shadow overhead. The revolt of the six discovered to the others what a rickety bridge they were crossing, how easily and swiftly a jest may become a tragedy. They had accepted the game as a kind of huge joke.
Very strange, that neither an eclipse nor an earthquake should follow the loss of a poet! Cunningham's Goldsmith's Works, iv. 85.
They then faced to the front and charged, and broke the English dragoons, who retreated, as the Danes had done, in confusion. Eppinger's dragoons were ordered up to support Cunningham's, but the Irish horse had also received reinforcements before they arrived, and, after a fierce fight, the two English regiments were routed and driven off the field.
This is not the time, nor am I the man, to discuss such abstruse subjects; but those students who wish to master this great matter of the will, so far as it can be mastered in books, are recommended to begin with Dr. William Cunningham's works, and then to go on from them to a treatise that will reward all their talent and all their enterprise, Jonathan Edwards's perfect masterpiece.
Venders were everywhere, many with hot rice and bean curd. Street cleaners in bright-red cotton jackets were busy with the mud puddles. The river swarmed with sampans and barges and launches. There was only one lifeless thing in all Shanghai that morning the German Club. In the city hospital the man Morrissy, his head in bandages, smiled feebly into Cunningham's face.
Overseer Burnett, Whiting and The Doctor proceeded in search of him down the river while the party continued, as well as the dense scrubs of casuarinae permitted, in a direction parallel to its course. Just as we found Mr. Cunningham's footsteps a column of smoke arose from the woods to the southward, and I went in search of the natives, Bulger accompanying me with his musket.
THEY set the legs of Cunningham's string-woven bed into pans of water, to keep the scorpions and ants and snakes at bay, and then left him in pitch darkness to his own devices, with a parting admonition to keep his slippers on for the floor, in the dark, would be the prowling-place of venomed death.
After a few moments of talk the broker reverted to the subject of their previous talk. "Kirby was just telling me that he has come to Denver to meet Uncle James," he explained to his brother. "Some difficulty with him, I understand." Jack Cunningham's black eyes fastened on his cousin. He waited for further information. It was plain he was interested. "I'm not quite sure of my facts," Lane said.
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