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"I may tell you for your information " "Spare me, I am overburdened with information as it is." Jones sat back. He had no intention of taking Dunwoodie then behind the scenes. That would come later. But he did want to try out an invention that had occurred to him. He sighed. "Don't you care to hear why he did it?" "Not in the least." "But " Dunwoodie fumbled in a pocket.
Once more Frances ventured to look her guest in the face, and again she met the piercing eyes bent on her, as if to search her inmost heart. "Speak, Miss Wharton; is Major Dunwoodie known to you?" "He is my relative," said Frances, appalled at the manner of the other. "A relative!" echoed Miss Singleton; "in what degree? speak, Miss Wharton, I conjure you to speak."
"For my sake," replied Frances, in a voice barely audible, and dropping on his bosom. Dunwoodie folded her to his heart, and was about to speak, as a trumpet sounded in the southern end of the vale. Imprinting one long kiss of affection on her unresisting lips, the soldier tore himself from his mistress, and hastened to the scene of strife.
In the voice of an ogre, Dunwoodie took it up. "What is the message, sir?" Jones pointed at the ceiling. Involuntarily, Dunwoodie looked up and then angrily at the novelist. "An order of release," the latter announced. Dunwoodie glared. "I suppose, sir, I must let you in, but allow me to tell you " Urbanely Jones gestured.
The group around the bed of Captain Singleton were too much accustomed to the manner of their surgeon to regard or to reply to his soliloquy; but they quietly awaited the moment when he was to commence his examination. This now took place, and Dunwoodie stood looking the operator in the face, with an expression that seemed to read his soul.
"Shade of Blackstone! It will be famous! It will be filmed! The eminent jurist here will be screened and you, too, my lady." Balefully Dunwoodie shot a glance at the inkbeast and another at Cassy. "It may last some time. I have no doubt of the result. None whatever. But in spite of your legal knowledge I suggest that you have associate counsel.
Dunwoodie went to the spot and found an aged stranger. He lay on his back, his eyes closed as if in slumber, and his hands pressed on his breast contained something that glittered like silver. The subject of his care was a tin box, through which the bullet had pierced to find a way to his heart, and the dying moments of the old man must have been passed in drawing it from his bosom.
Meanwhile book this: Dinner to-morrow, Athenæum at eight. By-bye. Remember Cervantes. Don't forget Verlaine. Sweet dreams." Lennox sat down, looked at the key, tried to turn it. That door too was barred. The offices of Dunwoodie, Bramwell, Strawbridge and Cohen were supplied with a rotunda in which Jones sat waiting, and Jones loved to sit and wait.
I have returned here to relieve your uneasiness, but see him I will this night, and bring a respite for Henry." "But saw you Washington?" asked Miss Peyton. Dunwoodie gazed at her a moment in abstracted musing, and the question was repeated. He answered gravely, and with some reserve, "The commander in chief had left his quarters."
But her face was pale as running water when, the beetle at last abandoned, she thanked Jones for seeing her all the way. All the way to where? God, if she only knew! Later that day, Jeroloman, the attorney for the other side, who at the time had no idea that there was another side, or any side at all, entered the rotunda and asked for Dunwoodie.
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