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Jean heard, understood, and flashed back an acrimonious retort about Miss Ferris's partiality for Bob's work. The newly elected president, whose tact had been extolled by Emily Davis, found it speedily put to the test. "Don't you think," she began, "that we ought to hear from the girl who had most to do with our getting this money?
"Do you really? Are you in earnest?" "Well, no, I believe I'm not. I haven't the least idea he would do. He belongs to the church militant. He came to me with the model of a breech-loading cannon he's invented, and he wanted a passport to go to America, so that he might offer his cannon to our government." "How curious!" said Mrs. Vervain, and her daughter looked frankly into Ferris's face.
Ferris's fitness for the post, and he presently found himself possessed of a commission requesting the Emperor of Austria to permit him to enjoy and exercise the office of consul of the ports of the Lombardo-Venetian kingdom, to which the President of the United States appointed him from a special trust in his abilities and integrity.
It is flattering to a man to be indispensable to a woman so long as he is not obliged to it; Miss Vervain's dependent relation to himself in this visit gave her a grace in Ferris's eyes which she had wanted before. In the mean time he saw her gondola stop, turn round, and come back to the canal that bordered the Vervain garden.
When we've once made up our minds, there's no object in prolonging the agony." Mrs. Vervain adjusted her glasses with the thumb and finger of her right hand, and peered into Ferris's face with a gay smile. "But the greatest part of the surprise is," she resumed, lowering her voice a little, "that Don Ippolito is going with us." "Ah!" cried Ferris sharply.
They've all heard about it; some o' the boys that was here with the riggin' went down to the store last night, and they was all tellin' how you stood right up to Ferris like a king, an' drove him. You see, they're all gratified on account of having you put a stop to Ferris's tricks about them pines," he repeated.
The number of love affairs which intervened between Barbara Ferris's first one, when she was eleven, and her twenty-second birthday could not have been counted on the fingers of her two hands. Many boys, many men, had seemed wonderfully attractive to her. She did not know why. She knew only that the attraction seemed strong and eternal while it lasted, and that it never lasted long.
Florida looked with perplexity at Ferris's face, while her own slowly cooled and paled. "What did you want to say of him?" she asked calmly. "I hardly know how to put it: that he puzzles me, to begin with. You know I feel somewhat responsible for him." "Yes." "Of course, I never should have thought of him, if it hadn't been for your mother's talk that morning coming back from San Lazzaro."
'The Khusru Kheyl have rushed and cut up half a dozen of the coolies on Ferris's new canal-embankment; killed a couple of men and carried off a woman. I wouldn't trouble you about that Ferris is after them and Hugonin, my assistant, with ten mounted police. But that's only the beginning, I fancy.
The jar of his fall shook from him a fraction of his drunkenness, and it gave him enough sense to realize that the man who had laughed was trying to unfasten the pinned inner pocket of the fallen man's vest. Now for years that pocket had been the secret repository of Link Ferris's sparse wealth. The intruder's touch awakened him to a drowsy sense of peril.
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