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He could have hugged Bullion, bear as he was. We leave Fletcher and his principal on the high road to success. Greenleaf worked assiduously upon his landscapes, and, notwithstanding the pressure in the money-market, was fortunate enough to dispose of them to gentlemen whose incomes were not affected by the vicissitudes of business.
You and I are artists; we want effects, contrasts; we must have our enthusiasms, our raptures, and our despair." "You ride a theory well." "Now, my dear Greenleaf, listen. Kindly I say it, but you are a trifle too innocent, too placid, in short, too youthful.
The interrogator broke the silence at last: "Of course, Mr. Withers, there's some good explanation for your secret trip to Furmville?" "Well er yes." "What is it?" Withers hesitated. "I I don't know that I care to say now to discuss it yet." Bristow shot Greenleaf a prompting glance.
Greenleaf, the handsome painter, as she called him, was a fine singer, she determined to practise some operatic duets with him, that should move all her musical friends to envy. "You seem to have taken a strong liking to this Mr. Greenleaf, Marcia." "Yes, Lydia," replied the beauty, "I do like him, exceedingly, what I have seen of him. He will do for a month or so.
They were fortunate enough to see one magnificent tempest, by which the ocean was lashed into fury, breaking in thunder over the rugged coast-line, and dashing spray sheer over the huge back of Egg Rock. Miss Sandford's threat was carried into execution; the family came to the hotel, and, for a week, Greenleaf and his friend were most devoted in their attentions.
The secret influence she exerted increased, and, at length, possessed him wholly while in her company. It drew him as the moon draws the tides, silently, unconsciously, but with a power he could not resist. It was only when he was away from her that he could reason himself into a belief in his independence. Greenleaf and Easelmann were at Nahant at the close of the season.
If Greenleaf had not robbed him so basely, he could have afforded to wait. He felt sore and indignant about that. Nobody likes to own that he has been victimized, but Herbert was obliged to confess to himself that such was the case with him. He walked about rather aimlessly, feeling miserable enough.
He had looked faithfully and very shrewdly into the "Greenleaf matters"; he had turned one or two sharp corners, with entirely honest cleverness, and he was taking back to Mercer some concessions which old Weston had slipped up on!
It was a part of the Withers jewelry. "You see, Mr. Braceway," added the Jew, "all this business, this murder and everything, will cost me money. This jewelry, it is stolen goods. Chief Greenleaf leaves it here for the present, as a decoy. Perhaps, somebody might try to reclaim it. That's what he thinks. As for me, I don't think so. It is a dead loss."
Hilary smiled again: "I saw you this morning in the office of the Committee of Public Safety, where I was giving my word that this friend of mine should leave the city within twenty-four hours." He introduced him: "Lieutenant Greenleaf, gentleman, United States Army. Fred, these are Messrs. Smellemout and Ketchem, a leading firm in the bottling business."
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