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Merrick, I believe," began Mr. Hopkins, suavely. "What can I do for you, sir?" "Considerable, if you're disposed," answered the other. "For one thing I'd like to hire Eliza Parsons away from you." "Eliza Parsons!" gasped the Representative. "Yes, your spy. Election's about over and you won't need her any longer, will you?" "Sir, do you mean to insult me?" asked the Honorable Erastus, indignantly.
Why, you strollin' sunset!" thus Mr. Cassidy responded. "Are you payin' an election bet three weeks after the election's over? Or is it that you're just a plain bedaddled ijiet? Or wot is it, I wonder?" "I explained to you that I went to a party. It was a fancy-dress party," stated Mr. Leary. Sharp on the words Mr. Cassidy's manner changed.
And then she studied his face with sober earnestness with almost wistful longing. But she shook her head presently, and sighed; and a moment later had regained her lightness of manner. "It's a relief to have a quiet house for a day, isn't it?" she asked, eating her soup calmly. "I'll be glad when the election's over."
"And every scrap we've intercepted deals with the coming elections." "But the election's only a couple of days off!" protested Orne. Stetson glanced at his wristchrono. "Forty-two hours to be exact," he said. "Some deadline!" "Any names in these old records?" asked Orne. Stetson nodded. "Names of planets, yes. People, no. Some code names, but no cover names. Code name on Chargon was Winner.
They only want the glory of bein' in parliament for theirselves, and for the time bein' have rose a flute about the country goin' to the dogs and them bein' the people to save it; but once the election's over that's all we'll hear of 'em, and though they'd lick our boots now, they're so glad to know us, they'd forget all about us then.
On the tables were no flowers, save five lilies in an old silver chalice; and on the wall over the great sideboard a portrait of the late Lord Casterley. She spoke: "I hope Miltoun is taking his own line?" "That's the trouble. He suffers from swollen principles only wish he could keep them out of his speeches." "Let him be; and get him away from that woman as soon as his election's over.
"H'm!" said Lord Valleys; "yes. The boy's looking worn. Good thing when this election's over." "If he's beaten and hasn't something new and serious to concentrate himself on, he'll fret his heart out over that woman." Lord Valleys meditated a little before replying. "I don't think that, Gertrude. He's got plenty of spirit." "Of course! But it's a real passion.
"Republican Republican eternall!" Pixley, when the committee-man called upon Toby and his friends at their apartment one evening, a fortnight later. "That's right," he responded languidly. "That's right in gineral, I should say. Cert'nly, in gineral, I ain't got no quarrel with no man's Republicanism. But this here's kind of a put-tickler case, boys. The election's liable to be mighty close."
She sat down again and laid her book on the table, while Mr. Gulmore continued: "The election's next Monday week, and I've no time to lose." A moment's silence, and he let his question fall casually: "You know this Professor Roberts don't you? He was at the University when you were there eh?" The girl flushed slightly as she assented. "They say he's smart, an' he ken talk.
A presidential election's bad for business, bad for politics, bad for morals." "You seem to know. Doesn't it ever make you tired to hear yourselves called subjects? Don't you ever want to be free and equal, like us? Trot out the truth now the George Washington article!" "Mister," said Mr.
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