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Updated: May 5, 2025
"The other day he made a virulent speech somewhere about the Garman dynasty. He is terribly bitter since we have ceased inviting him to Sandsgaard." "Poor Aalbom!" said Gabriel, thoughtfully. He was so happy himself, and in such a forgiving mood, that he sat down at a table by the window, and began sketching, with the greatest care and attention, the equestrian statue on the Kongen's Nytorv.
After what happened on the river boat I didn't expect you to stop so easy." "Those men on the boat were quite different from Garman. I knew they would take a bluff, or I'd never have let you pull your gun. If you had done the same here there would have been shooting or else you'd have had to put your gun away and back down.
"Why didn't you let me catch the Indian?" demanded Higgins when the riders were gone. "A man without a canoe here is almost as badly off as a man afoot in Death Valley." "I realize that," agreed Roger. "But Garman had made up his mind that we weren't going to have that canoe." "I had almost made up my mind we were going to have it." "I saw that; that's why I stopped you." "Well!
The first thing they did was to sell everything there was to sell; but, with the assistance of Mr. Garman, they managed to save the whole of the valuable premises. The front of the house was let, and the old lady moved over to the back, where she took turns in the shop with Mr. Samuelsen.
Presently they turned and walked slowly out of sight and hearing. Garman came tottering out of the house onto the walk leading to the dock. He was freshly clad and extensively bandaged. Beside him walked Annette, supporting him with the strength of her tall young body. Garman was broken physically, but his spirit remained strong.
The squatter shamefacedly put his rifle away. "My name, suh, is Calhoun Blease," he said in a new manner. "I don't understand this yit, but I do not believe you are foolin' with me, suh." "If I am, you've still got your rifle," said Payne. "Now, tell me something: Didn't Mr. Garman send you word that my job was not to be molested or hindered?"
The hat, however, exactly fitted Torpander, and dear as it was, he bought it; and he could not help noticing the coincidence, that he was that day wearing a hat which Morten Garman had rejected. He had also bought a coat for the occasion, not quite new, it is true, but of a most unusual light-brown hue.
The backs of the hands which drew the silk handkerchief delicately across the thick red lips beneath the drooping mustache were covered to the fingernails with a fell of thick yellow hair; only the fat white palms were bare, like the insides of a gorilla's paws. "Payne, eh?" said Garman with a flash of white teeth showing through the mustache. "Pretty fair-sized boy.
But life's experience, and even more, my aquaintance with you, Miss Garman, has caused me to waver on many points." "Do you remember our first conversation?" she asked. "I don't think I have forgotten a single word that has passed between us." "It was one of the first Sundays you were at Sandsgaard." "The conversation at dinner turned upon the subject of war.
The houses were mostly crowded, but especially so in the winter, when the sailors were home from sea. They were all in the employ of Garman and Worse, and the firm owned everything they possessed, even to their boats, their houses, and the very ground under their feet.
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