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The old-fashioned legal phrases soon were steadying him as the harness steadies an uneasy horse; and he was monotonously and sonorously rolling off paragraph after paragraph. Except the judge, young Hargrave was the only one there who clearly understood what those wordy provisions meant. As the reading progressed Dory's face flushed a deep red which slowly faded, leaving him gray and haggard.
Lemprise," Peter Ruff added, "we will trouble you to change places." "What do you mean?" the man called out, suddenly pale as death. He was held as though in a vice. John Dory's arm was through his on one side, and Peter Ruff's on the other. Apart from that, the muzzle of a revolver was pressed to his forehead. "On second thoughts," Peter Ruff said, "I think we will keep you like this.
Why, the dory's loaded like a freight-car," he cried. "We'll be back," said Long Jack, "an' in case you'll not be lookin' for us, we'll lay into you both if the trawl's snarled." The dory surged up on the crest of a wave, and just when it seemed impossible that she could avoid smashing against the schooner's side, slid over the ridge, and was swallowed up in the damp dusk.
The detective rose to his feet. He was in no pleasant mood. Though the telephone wires had been flashing their news every few minutes, it seemed, indeed, as though the car which they had chased had vanished into space. "What do you want to say to me?" he asked gruffly. "I want, if I can," Peter Ruff said earnestly, "to do you a service." Dory's eyes glittered.
She was talking to one of Dory's friends and admirers, not with an old sweetheart of hers about whom her heart, perhaps, might be well, a little sore, and from whom radiated a respectful, and therefore subtle, suggestion that the past was very much the present for him.
He pulled in his oars and let the dory float amid the ripples. The bottom of white sand, patterned over with coloured pebbles, was clear and distinct through the dark-green water. Mary Stella leaned over to watch the distorted reflection of her face by the dory's side. "Have you had pretty good luck this week, Benjamin?
"It's gone far enough, anyway," John Dory said. "It's gone further than I meant it to go. Understand me, Maud it's finished! I'll find your old sweetheart for myself." She laughed heartily. "You needn't trouble," she answered, with a little toss of the head. "I am not such a fool as you seem to think me. Mr. Ruff has made an appointment with him." There was a change in John Dory's face.
He knew she was, and was kissing her again when Jake appeared with the trunk, which he said had held Miss Dory's clothes when she went to Georgia. There was a musty odor about it when he opened it, and the few papers inside were yellow with age.
And yet there comes this vulgar, commonplace, tawdry little woman from heaven knows where, and makes such a fool of you that you are willing to fling away your career to hold your wrists out for John Dory's handcuffs!" "My dear Violet," Peter Ruff answered deprecatingly, "you really worry me you do indeed!" "Not half so much as you worry me," she declared. "Look at the time.
Ellen showed her astonishment. "And old Martha Skeffington!" "She's not so difficult, once you get to know her," replied Del. "I find that everything depends on the point of view you take in looking at people. I've been getting better acquainted with Dory's aunt the last few weeks. I think she has begun to like me. We'll get along." "Don't you think you'd better wait till Dory gets back?"
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