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Now, Mamma, we can't let this goof stay here all night. I guess he's a thief. I ain't goin' to let the folks have a laugh on you. Didn't your father always keep a diary?" "Think of your rememberin' that, Dammy! Yes, always." "That's what Frisco's readin' up in. He's smart. Used to do im'tations of actors and cry like a hose pipe. Spotted that. Where's the strawb'ry jam?" "Right here, Dammy.
The only two human beings of whom she spoke with any feeling were the Swede, Johnson, who had given her his claim, and Lena Lingard. She had persuaded Lena to come to San Francisco and go into business there. 'Lincoln was never any place for her, Tiny remarked. 'In a town of that size Lena would always be gossiped about. Frisco's the right field for her. She has a fine class of trade.
Hapgood smiled. "Looks good, don't it, sir," he observed. "'Frisco's a long way off." Hungerford did not answer. He tore the paper into small pieces and tossed them away. "Well," he said, after a moment, "good by and good luck. Let me know where you are and meanwhile I'll see what can be done for you. Good by." He was moving off, but his companion stepped after him. "Just a minute, sir," he said.
Want to decide with bullets whether 'Frisco or Denver's the finest city. 'Frisco's bigger and older, says Crocker; Harrison maintains Denver's better laid out. Crocker replies in his quiet way that 'Frisco ain't dead yet." Good temper being now re-established, Rablay went on: "I'll decide this matter right off. Crocker and Harrison shall set up drinks for the crowd till we're all laid out.
"Stranger in San Francisco?" "Well, yes. At least, I have never seen it." "H-m!" The detective was a bit nonplussed by the man's evident evasion. "Well, if you are a stranger I suppose it is up to me to come to the defence of my city. This is one of Frisco's fogs. We have them occasionally. Sometimes they last for days. This one is a low one. It will lift presently. Then you will see the sun.
A long sigh of relief went up from the assembled cowboys when she drew the bullet out. The sinewy hands fastened on the wooden bunk relaxed suddenly. "'Frisco's daid," gasped the cook, who bore the title of Wun Hop for no reason except that he was an Irishman in a place formerly held by a Chinese. "He has only fainted," she said quietly, and continued with the antiseptic dressing.
Atwood's dream had to do with a mansion high on Frisco's hills. But Henry saw her beside him in his long and lovely car. He saw her, too, in a fur coat. "I feel," said Jane, "like a murderer." Tommy and O-liver had stopped at her front gate to leave her some books. "Why?" It was O-liver who asked it. "Come and see." She led them round the house. Death and destruction reigned.
"Reddy, he's shavin' and Frisco's struggling with a biled shirt I mean with a necktie," Denver hastily amended. "They'll be along right soon, I shouldn't wonder." "Y'u better go tell the boys Miss Nora don't want her kitchen littered up with so many of them," suggested his rival. "Y'u're foreman here.
In club life the Bohemian stood first and foremost, the famous club whose meeting place, with all its art treasures, is now a heap of ashes, but which was formerly 'Frisco's head-centre of mirth. Founded by Henry George, the world-famous single tax advocate, when he was an impecunious scribbler on the San Francisco Post, it grew to be the choicest place of resort in the Pacific metropolis.
Have you ever seen Frisco's sun?" "My dear sir" this same slow articulation "I have never seen your sun nor any other." "Hum!" It was an answer altogether unexpected. Again the officer found himself gazing into the strange, refined face and wonderful eyes. The man was not blind, of that he was certain. Neither was his voice harsh or testy.
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