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And your father was notional too. I was a Gregg, Diane, until I married your uncle he wasn't really your uncle, but a sort of cousin and the Greggs, thank heavens! are mild and quiet and never wander about. Dear me, if a Gregg should take to sleeping by a lake in spring-time under a planting moon, I would be surprised, I would indeed!
"You ought to know me better than that, Greggs," he said, "do you want me to have another shot at you? I won't miss this time. Drop that." The last command was given in a ringing voice that attracted every one's attention to Sotty. He had picked up a revolver from somewhere behind the bar and had come out with it in his hand.
"But you seemed so frightened at first when you saw me " "I was," she confessed simply; "I thought you were Mr. Greggs." "Greggs?" "Mr. Bannon's private secretary his right-hand man. He's about your height and has a suit like the one you wear, and in that poor light at the distance I didn't notice you were clean-shaven Greggs wears a moustache "
"No, I don't. But it won't do any harm to ask around. That stage driver knows all the old inhabitants. Perhaps some of them can tell you something worth while." Upon urgent invitation, Joe took dinner at the Greggs' farm and then set out to visit a number of folks who had lived in Millville and vicinity for many years.
It may be that he was my father. "Your father?" "Yes," and Joe told his story and mentioned the documents found in the blue tin box. "It does look as if he might be your father," said Augustus Greggs. "Maybe you're the child that was away from home at the time his other children and his wife died." "Do you think anybody else in this village would know anything more about this William Bodley?"
He had the depraved heart of the herder and the insolent confidence of the hoodlum, and something of this the girl perceived. She despised the other men, but she feared this one, and quite justly, for he was capable of assaulting and binding her with his rope, as he had once done with a Shoshone squaw. The Greggs, father and son, were in open rivalry for Lee also, but in different ways.
To her servant, Bridget Greggs, who was perhaps the sole person in the world who entertained affection for the lone gaunt woman, and who held Jasper Losely in profound detestation, she said, with tranquil sternness, "That man has crossed my life, and darkened it. He passed away, and left Night behind him. He has dared to return. He shall never escape me again till the grave yawn for one of us."
Says James Huneker in a monograph published some years ago: "His coloring reminds me at times of Grieg, but when I tracked the resemblance to its lair, I found only Scotch, as Grieg's grand-folk were Greggs, and from Scotland. It is all Northern music with something elemental in it, and absolutely free from the heavy, languorous odors of the South or the morbidezza of Poland."
He reached the Greggs' house at twenty minutes past three, Mary Ellen was standing on the step outside the door, smiling in a good-humoured way. Mrs. Gregg, who looked hot and puzzled, was just inside the door. "Oh, Dr. O'Grady," she said, "I'm so glad you've come. This girl won't go away and I can't make out what she wants." "It was Constable Moriarty bid me come," said Mary Ellen.
She glanced again at the hotel letterhead on the stationery the best hotel in Naples. "Americans and rich!" The pleased little smile lingered as she beat the omelet briskly for her supper. The Henry D. Greggs arrived in Rome on the two o'clock train from Naples. And all the Roman knights of the waving palm espied them from afar and hailed them with whoops of joy.
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