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It is no affair of mine, I say." "Then who is taking it up?" echoed Mr. Dill, in astonishment. "Ball. He has had a meeting with Richard, and is now acting for him under the rose." Mr. Dill's eyes sparkled. "Is he going to prosecute, Mr. Archibald?" "I tell you I know nothing I will know nothing.
Thirteen is an age when the fading of this gift or talent, one of the most beautiful of childhood, begins to impair its helpfulness under the mistaken stress of discipline; but Florence retained something of it. In a moment or two Noble Dill's disaffection toward poetry was altogether as if it did not exist.
He had seen enough of Bruce to guess something of his fixity of purpose when aroused and Dill's telegram confirmed it. But he had thought that, naturally, Bruce would return to the West at once from Bartlesville to try and hold his claims, from which, when he was ready, through a due process of law, if necessary, Sprudell would eject him.
It was a great relief to discover that his fears were groundless and that it was only another scheme of Dilly's; another snare which he, perhaps, would be compelled, in Dill's interest, to move aside. He put the reins down between his knees and gripped them tightly while he made a cigarette. It was not until he was pinching the end shut that he spoke.
He had gone directly to the river from the East, taking a surveyor with him, and as soon as his application for the water-right in Big Squaw creek had been granted he got a crew together composed chiefly of the magnates from Ore City who, owing to Dill's failure to take up the options, found themselves still at leisure and the financial depression unrelieved.
See Lea, pp. 353-4. For a fine sketch of Roman municipal life, see Dill's Roman Society from Nero to Marcus Aurelius, chap. ii. Hist. of Latin Christianity, i. pp. 317-8. It is not easy to overestimate the influence of monasticism on subsequent religious history. The lives of its votaries provided examples of almost every conceivable kind of self-torture or semi-maniacal behaviour.
While lamenting his inability to discuss his proposition with the engineer, the last thing Bruce anticipated was to be engaged before daylight in the humane and neighborly act of warming Wilbur Dill's back, but so it is that Chance, that humorous old lady, thrusts Opportunity in the way of those in whom she takes an interest.
"Oh hello!" Intelligence returned to Mr. Dill's blank countenance. "Why, I must have been walking in my sleep. I always do when I sleep in a strange place, but I thought I'd locked myself in. I dreamed I was a fish freezing up in a cake of ice." "It's not surprising." "Say." Mr. Dill looked at him wistfully as he stood on one foot curling his purple toes around the other knee.
It was a table like Dill's only larger, with candles on it five times as many, and flowers ten times as handsome, and silver and glass and china only a hundred times more brilliant, and girls seated about it a thousand times more fetching than poor sister Judith. Among them was Preciosa, with a big feathered hat toppling on her head and the desperate look of some hunted creature on her face.
He had accompanied his granddaughter to Daffingdon Dill's studio, but he was in no haste to formulate his impressions. That floor! poor Jeremiah had stood upon it as helpless as a cripple on a wide glare of ice, at a cruelly embarrassing disadvantage and wholly at the mercy of that original and anomalous person in the brown Van Dyck beard. Vainly had he cast about for something to lay hold of.
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