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"And because she was 'more refined than the average young woman in musical comedy' than the average chorus girl, to put it simply," Dundee took him up, "you co-operated with Mrs. Dunlap to introduce her to your most intimate friends including your wife?" "Oh, Hugo! Why didn't you tell me?" Karen Marshall wailed. "You see, sir, what you are doing!" Judge Marshall stormed.
A big tree was soon found, a fire started, and after patronizing the whisky bottle, and sampling the cigars, we turned in for the night. Towards morning I was awakened by a noise, and found that Dunlap, my partner, was on fire. I woke him up and rushed him down into the river, only a distance of about fifty feet, and he came out looking like the worst tramp that ever was on the road.
Dunlap sat down, nursing the instrument on his crossed knees while he altered its pitch. "Are you not going to Colonel Menard's at all?" inquired the friar. "It would be a great waste of good dancing not to," said the doctor lazily. "But you haven't told me who else has lost a cow or had an increase of goats while I was away." "The death of even a beast excites pity in me."
"There's been some mistake here." "Newspaper pictures seldom look like the person they represent," asserted Lawrence Macey nonchalantly. Constance Dunlap looked squarely at the man opposite her at the table, oblivious to the surroundings. It was a brilliant sight in the great after-theater rendezvous, the beautiful faces and gowns, the exquisite music, the bright lights and the gayety.
A tall, well-dressed, gray-haired man, a stranger to her, was taking possession of her right hand and shaking it warmly. "Why, my dear Mrs. Watrous," he was saying, "how do you do? Well, this is an unexpected pleasure! When did you come down from Wilmington? And who is with you? And how long are you going to stay? General Dunlap and his daughter Claire you know, the second daughter and Mrs.
It was the voice of Worthington. "Miss Dunlap have you that notebook?" came the deep tones of her husband. Constance read from her first notes that part relating to the conspiracy to control Motors, carefully omitting the part about the Leblanc letters. "It's a lie a lie." "No, it is not a lie. It is all good legal evidence, the record taken over the new microphone detective.
Had there been a slip! Was the dream at last to turn to ashes? They watched anxiously. "Mrs. Dunlap," the words unfolded, "I take my hat off to you. You have put it across again. Constance read it with a sense of overwhelming relief. It was a magnanimous thing in Drummond. Almost she forgave him for many of the bitter hours he had caused in the discharge of his duty.
At the end of her letter to Cornelia Dunlap Miss Theodosia wrote: "You can't tempt me with all your cherry blossoms. I've got home, Cornelia, and all my little Flaggs are waving. Come and see my Flaggs." It was mid-September and Miss Theodosia found out-of-doors a pleasant place to be.
They had been shooting at a mark that afternoon, with Sharp's rifles carried by Dunlap and Thatcher, and the old-fashioned squirrel rifles owned on the farm. After supper they brought out these rifles and compared them. Preston insisted that the squirrel rifles were better.
Anyway, they dogged along after him all day Saturday and kept out of his sight; and towards sundown he come to the bunch of sycamores down by Uncle Silas's field, and he went in there to get a disguise out of his hand-bag and put it on before he showed himself here in the town and mind you he done that just a little after the time that Uncle Silas was hitting Jubiter Dunlap over the head with a club for he DID hit him.
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