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By common consent, as though drawn by centripetal force, actors and spectators crowded together until they were a solid block of humanity. Caught in the midst, Grannis and Ben alike could for a moment but move with the mass. So fierce was the crush that their very breath seemed imprisoned in their lungs.
"All right." "And, Graham " The man addressed paused. "Throw in a couple of extra blankets." "All right." Out of doors the men took up the conversation where they had left off. "You better begin to hope the old man finds something that's been afire up there, Grannis," said the joker of the house. "If he don't, you've cooked your goose proper." Grannis was a new-comer, and looked his surprise.
I'm going; but you do just as I tell you." Trina turned about and went down-stairs. She had decided, since Miss Baker was not at home, that she would run over and see Maria; possibly she could have lunch there. At any rate, Maria would offer her a cup of tea. Old Grannis stood for a long time just as Trina had left him, his hands trembling, the blood coming and going in his withered cheeks.
"Didn't you sit close to the partition on your side?" he insisted. "No I don't know perhaps sometimes. Oh, yes," she exclaimed, with a little gasp, "Oh, yes, I often did." Then Old Grannis put his arm about her, and kissed her faded cheek, that flushed to pink upon the instant. After that they spoke but little.
You're not to talk: the doctor said so." Ben made a grimace. "But I can listen, can't I?" "I suppose so," still doubtfully. "Well " Grannis hearkened equivocally. No one was about, likely to overhear him disobeying instructions, and the temptation was strong. "You know McFadden?" he queried suddenly. Blair nodded. "Well, say, that Scotchman is a tiger.
But for Old Grannis all was different that evening. There was nothing for him to do. His hands lay idly in his lap. His table, with its pile of pamphlets, was in a far corner of the room, and, from time to time, stirred with an uncertain trouble, he turned his head and looked at it sadly, reflecting that he would never use it again.
If he won't fight he won't eat. I'm going to get the butcher's bull pup and I'll put um both in a bag and shake um up. I will, for a fact, and I guess Alec will fight. Come along, Mister Grannis," and he took the old Englishman away. Little Miss Baker hastened to her room and locked herself in.
In his fingers was a huge upholsterer's needle threaded with twine, a brad-awl lay at his elbow, on the floor beside him was a great pile of pamphlets, the pages uncut. Old Grannis bought the "Nation" and the "Breeder and Sportsman." In the latter he occasionally found articles on dogs which interested him. The former he seldom read.
The two friends said "Good-night" all around and departed for the little dog hospital. Old Grannis hurried to his room furtively, terrified lest he should again be brought face to face with Miss Baker. He bolted himself in and listened until he heard her foot in the hall and the soft closing of her door.
But it happened that Marcus Schouler crowded into the seat beside Selina, towards which Old Grannis was directing himself. There was but one other chair vacant, and that at the side of Miss Baker. Old Grannis hesitated, putting his hand to his chin. However, there was no escape. In great trepidation he sat down beside the retired dressmaker. Neither of them spoke.
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