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As for being broad minded well, when a delegation of the Mormons, all ready for a scrap, came to him solemnly to say that they were going to refuse to pay him the tithes any more, even if he was the California head of the church, he laughed them off the place for having been so green as to pay them as long as they had. "I found Sam Brannan, finally, at the bar in Dennison's Exchange."
So she walked mechanically over to the bookstall and hazily glanced at the backs of the new novels, riffled the pages of a magazine; and to this day she cannot recall whether the clerk was a man or a woman, white or brown or yellow, for a hand touched her sleeve lightly, compelling her attention. Dennison's father stood beside her. "Pardon me, but may I ask you a question?"
An owner of one of these claimed stoutly that they were better than big tents. "They don't get blowed away by the wind, and they're fine to sleep under," he asserted, "and a man cooks outside, anyway." "How about when it rains?" I asked him. "Then I go down to the Verandah or the Arcade or Dennison's Exchange and stay there till she quits," said he.
"Learoyd is Dennison's latest discovery," I said; "but he has been found by the wrong man." "He is an exhibitioner and Edwardes is his tutor," Murray added; "and this afternoon about six o'clock I met Dennison coming out of here and Learoyd was waiting at the bottom of the staircase." "What on earth was Dennison doing in here?" I asked.
The next day the old man applied to Keith, who placed the matter in Dave Dennison's hands and persuaded the squire to return home. Keith was very unhappy over the misunderstanding between Norman and himself. He wrote Norman a letter asking an interview as soon as he returned. But he received no reply. Then, having heard of his return, he went to his office one day to see him. Yes, Mr.
Dennison's mistake, in supposing his sisters their guests, had suggested the propriety of their being really invited to become such, while Mrs. Jennings's engagements kept her from home.
"Let up, Bill," said a voice, coaxingly, as one might to soothe a wild beast. "Don't " "Drop that pistol!" said another voice, which Keith recognized as Dave Dennison's. The desperado half glanced at the latter as he shot a volley of oaths at him. That glance saved Keith.
She had had a glimpse or two of Dennison's fierce pride. Naturally he had inherited it from his father. Supposing they were just stupid rather than vengeful? Poor, foolish human beings! She proceeded with her toilet. Finishing that, she cleansed the jade necklace with soap and water, then realized that she would not be able to wear it, because the string would be damp.
Keith's look of interest inspired him to go on. "You see, 'tain't like 'tis down with us, where you know everybody, and everything about him, to the number of drinks he can carry." "Well, what do you do here?" asked Keith, who was trying to follow Mr. Dennison's calm eye as, from time to time, it swept the rooms, resting here and there on a face or following a hand.
He heard Dennis Mulligan's lovely baritone and Jack Dennison's rolling bass, as they sang at work in the dim tunnels of the coal-mine, and it seemed quite simple to him that they and he and others should meet when work hours were over and do some singing. Soon it was a club then a big club; it kept men out of saloons, which Johnny was glad of, but had not planned.
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