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Gatewood replied rather vacantly: "Oh, yes; I'm dining here. Good-by, Tommy." Kerns glanced at his watch, lingering. "Was there anything you wished to ask me, Jack?" he inquired guilelessly. "Ask you? No, I don't think so." "Oh; I had an idea you might care to know where Keen & Co. were to be found." "That," said Gatewood firmly, "is foolish."
I'm glad she has changed so I wouldn't recognize her, for that means the end of it all the final elimination of the girl I remember on the ship. . . . It was probably a sort of diseased infatuation, wasn't it, Mrs. Gatewood? Think of it! A few days on shipboard and and I asked her to marry me! . . . I don't blame her, after all, for letting me dangle.
"Very well; Victor Carden and his very lovely wife will be just the people." "Is Victor married?" demanded Gatewood, astonished. "No," said the Tracer demurely, "but he will be in time for that dinner." And he set the date for the end of the week in an amused voice, and rang off.
Gatewood; and you have intimated that her lack of fortune er we might almost say her pecuniary distress is more than compensated for by her accomplishments, character, and very unusual beauty. . . . Did I so understand you, Mr. Gatewood?" "That's what I meant, anyhow," he said, flushing up. "You did mean it?" "I did: I do." "Then we take your case, Mr.
That would mean a large profit for us. But we might not succeed to-day, or next month, or even next year. That would leave us little or no profit; and, as it is our custom to go on until we do succeed, no matter how long it may require, you see, Mr. Gatewood, I should be taking all sorts of chances. It might even cost us double your retainer before we found her " "Her?
A deadly earnestness lifted the judge's words above mere rudeness. Fentress, cold and distant, made no reply. "For the past twenty years I have been looking for a man by the name of Gatewood David Gatewood." Disciplined as he was, the colonel started violently. "Ever heard of him, Fentress?" demanded the judge with a savage scowl. "What's all this to me?"
But it will stir him up and set him thinking; and the longer Keen & Co. take to hunt up an imaginary lady that doesn't exist, the more anxious and impatient poor old Jack Gatewood will become, until he'll catch the fever and go cantering about with that one fixed idea in his head.
Well, you've time enough to go there, get it, make your train, and listen to me, too. Look here, Kerns, have you any of the elements of decency about you?" "No," said Kerns, "not a single element." He seated himself defiantly in the club window facing Gatewood and began to button his gloves.
You haven't many mental resources, and it might occupy you for a week or two." Gatewood glared. "You have a pleasant way of putting things this morning, haven't you?" "I don't want to be pleasant: I want to jar you. Don't I care enough about you to breakfast with you? Then I've a right to be pleasantly unpleasant.
When they opened again it was to meet the fixed gaze of Mr. Keen. "Oh I beg your pardon!" "There is no need of it, child. Be seated. Never mind that report just now." He paced the length of the room once or twice, hands clasped behind him; then, halting to confront her: "What sort of a man is this young Gatewood?" "What sort, Mr. Keen? Why I think he is the the sort that "
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