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Drene nodded: "I expect to go for a walk this evening." But he did not. He lay on his couch, eyes open in the darkness, wondering what Graylock was doing, how he lived, what occupied his days. What were the nights of a condemned man like? Did Graylock sleep? Did he suffer? Was the suspense a living death to him?
But I kept the envelope to remember his address," he said. Mr. Graylock laughed scornfully, almost triumphantly, Dick thought. "Let me see that envelope, young man," he snarled, and having fairly snatched it out of Dick's hand he gave one glance and then held it up. "Just what I thought! Look at that, will you, Mr.
Dick sat down, holding his hat between his hands, and not feeling at all confident that he would have even a chance to accept any offer at the hands of this nabob of Riverview, for he fancied that Mr. Graylock, by his frown, meant to simply make use of the opportunity to read him a lecture, haul him over the coals, and then perhaps publicly insult him.
Meantime, the earliest good chance I get, I shall roll down to you, my good fellow, seeing we that is, you and I must hit upon some little bit of vagabondism before autumn comes. Graylock we must go and vagabondize there. But ere we start, we must dig a deep hole, and bury all Blue Devils, there to abide till the Last Day. . . . Good-by. His X MARK. And again: PITTSFIELD, Monday afternoon.
It's hard to stand that, Pliny, mighty hard!" he breathed, clinching his hands and looking as though he had half a mind to hurry around to the big department store and demand an explanation and an apology from the owner. "Just what I said to myself at the time old Graylock is a cur, a mean, mangy cur, that's what he is.
After a silence Graylock said: "You don't care if you damn yourself?" "It's worth it to me." "Are you willing that I should know you are as great a blackguard as I am?" Drene's gaunt features reddened and he set his jaws in silence. "Don't you care what you do to her?" asked Graylock, unsteadily. "It's a viler business than that for which you are punishing me."
Conceive something tragical to be talked about, and much might be made of this interview in a wild road among the hills, with Graylock, at a great distance, looking sombre and angry, by reason of the gray, heavy mist upon his head. The morning was cloudy, and all the near landscape lay unsunned; but there was sunshine on distant tracts, in the valleys, and in specks upon the mountain-tops.
And I think it will fully substantiate all he claimed, sir," replied the teller. "Like enough he wrote it himself, and all this is a dodge gotten up by a clever young scamp," grumbled the merchant. "For shame, Mr. Graylock; at least give the boy the benefit of the doubt," said the teller, indignantly. "If he didn't take the securities, then who did?" snapped the other, angrily.
My walk forth had been an almost continued ascent, and, returning, I had an excellent view of Graylock and the adjacent mountains, at such a distance that they were all brought into one group, and comprehended at one view, as belonging to the same company, all mighty, with a mightier chief. As I drew nearer home, they separated, and the unity of effect was lost.
Graylock was in here, and I called you to ask about that Classon matter, which you explained quite satisfactorily let me see, what day was it?" he said, turning to the eager merchant, who was devouring Dick with his eyes, and looking actually savage. "Thursday of last week.
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