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Dillingham," he said, "I have been waiting to hear something about your pauper protégé, and I have come to-night to find out what you know about him and his father." "If I knew of anything that would be of real advantage to you, I would tell you, but I do not," she replied. "Well, that's an old story. Tell that to the marines. I'm sick of it." Mrs. Dillingham's face flushed.
Dillingham took the little book to hold while he went to the door. After a few minutes, he returned. It seemed that Phipps, who knew his master's habits, had directed the messenger to inquire for him at Mrs. Dillingham's house, and that his brokers were in trouble and desired his immediate presence in Wall street.
Big Dan, roaring like a bull at this unexpected and most unprofessional mode of warfare, placed his two hands upon Dillingham's hips and tried to force him away; failing in this, he ran straight forward with all this living clog hanging to him, and planted a terrific kick upon Biff's ribs, just as Biff had dashed the pail of water from end to end of the blazing roll of drawings.
Belcher, in a whisper at Mrs. Dillingham's ear. "You're a wretch," said the lady. "You're right a very miserable wretch. Here you've been playing the devil with a hundred men all day, and I've been looking at you. Is there any article of your apparel that I can have the privilege of kissing?" Mrs. Dillingham laughed him in his face.
He grew more and more guarded in his speech. If he mentioned Mrs. Dillingham's name, he always did it incidentally, and then only for the purpose of showing that he had no reason to avoid the mention of it. There was another thought that preyed upon him. He was consciously a forger. He had not used the document he had forged, but he had determined to do so.
Helen Dillingham was her dear friend, or whether the particular friendship was all on the other side; but Mrs. Dillingham had somehow so manipulated the relation as always to appear to be the favored party. When, therefore, the dinner was determined upon, Mrs. Dillingham's card of invitation was the first one addressed. She was a widow and alone. She complemented Mr. Belcher, who was also alone.
I did not know whether my poem would be put upon the bulletin board; but at any rate, it would be in the paper, with my name at the bottom, like my story about "Snow" in Miss Dillingham's school journal. And all these people in the streets, and more, thousands of people all Boston! would read my poem, and learn my name, and wonder who I was.
"This acquittal of Mr. Dillingham puts the blame on on him, doesn't it?" "Naturally. His absence at the trial was undoubtedly one of the strongest arguments in Dillingham's favor. Mr. Gooch tells me that the counsel for the defense took especial pains to throw suspicion upon Donald.
When Cropsie Decker's explosive epistle had arrived telling him of his indictment, of Margery's broken engagement, of Lee Dillingham's treachery, his first thought was not of his wrongs, but of the fact that they would necessitate his going home. He did not stop to realize that going home meant but one thing to him.
I mean your nephew." "And you'll go the minute the rain lets up?" "Yes, if you'll play with us." Donald stood irresolute, watching Dillingham's thin, unsteady fingers shuffle the cards. He must get him home somehow, for Margery's sake. Dill never knew when to stop, he was good for the night unless somebody intervened. Sheeley caught his eye and nodded significantly.
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