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The silence that followed was broken by Annette's laughter. "What very pretty conduct!" she said. Senator Fairclothe thrust out his chest pompously. Garman being gone he saw himself as the dominant personality present. "Men of great affairs, my dear Annette, cannot permit attention to the petty details of conduct to disturb their purpose when a crisis presents itself.
One thing was perfectly plain that it must all end as the grand folks chose it should; and when Garman and Worse were determined that nothing should come out, the magistrate might do whatever he liked, but he would certainly never discover anything.
"Oh yes, I remember now," answered the pastor, who knew her history perfectly well. "But I cannot come just now; I have to go in here first. Consul Garman is also on his death-bed. But I will come afterwards." "Oh yes, this is just what I might have expected," muttered Martin, turning to go away. "Wait a moment, young man," cried the pastor.
The business men in the town used to say, quietly among themselves, that it was easier to work against Morten than with him. Garman and Worse's predominance began to grow weaker, and what had been the central power was now distributed in several hands.
Then he cowered, shrinking together as if striving to sink into the ground, to return to unconsciousness, terrified by some overwhelming, incomprehensible horror. Garman continued his attention to his cigar. The heavy smoke lay in swaying clouds above his head. To judge by his expression Willy Tiger did not exist, save as an incident of the past.
Driven wild with humiliation over the heavy throw, Garman lowered his head and charged like a mad bull, butting, striking, kicking. His blows were wild, but their power was irresistible; Roger's guard was beaten down, he tried in vain to escape; and one of the blows went home on his forehead and knocked him into the palmetto scrub.
I slipped down to Blease's and fixed it up with them to hide him, but he slipped away to join that white man as soon as we had him sewed up. "Where is the white man?" "Still out in the swamp. He steered Willy till they saw the tents and then he beat it back." "Who is he?" "Don't know; Willy wasn't telling." "What does Garman want to get him for?" "Willy 'donno' that either.
Payne spread out his maps and consulted them carefully. "Garman felt he had us sewed up tight because the average man who gets down here isn't a woodsman." "Except that fellow, Davis, I haven't seen one who looked like it since we got here," agreed Higgins. "Yep." Payne was drawing out a new large-scale survey map.
Never had she felt so oppressed, sick at heart, and lonely as in that house, in which there reigned the silence which always seems to accompany death. A knock was heard at the door, and Pastor Martens entered the room. Mrs. Garman had particularly invited him to pay them a visit every day. "Good morning, Miss Madeleine. How do you feel to-day?"
Garman himself was not seen during the period that the ditcher was at work, but the conduct of his employees made it obvious that they had received orders to assist, not interfere with the draining project. One day the proud Egret stopped to tow a disabled supply boat up the river for White's crew.
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