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I would have called it pride, but there was something different in them, something new, entirely new. I took her hand; it was cold. She grasped my hand firmly and there was something new, something I had not known before, in her handclasp. She had never before clasped my hand as she did this time. "How long?" I asked. "About an hour already. Your brother has gone away.
"I'll do it!" exclaimed Martin, suddenly thrusting out his hand, "and I'll let the booze alone in the future if it takes a leg. You and the others have done me a bigger service than you'll ever realize, probably." "Well, you know the way you can best repay it," said Bert, with a hearty smile, and after another strong handclasp they parted.
It's got iron, red-hot iron in it, but it's got a homelike kind of friendliness about it that gives you heart to hope in this life, and let the next life take care of itself." "Thank you, Filmer. That's going to make me fight." Another quick, strong handclasp and then Drew turned toward the glowing windows of his home.
"No," said she, "an honest handclasp, if you please; for no woman can have ever lived who had a truer friend," and Wogan, looking into her frank eyes, was not, after all, nearly so well pleased with the untruth he had told her. She was an uncomfortable woman to go about with shifts and contrivances.
There was no spoken pledge, no vow, no promise of loyalty, but in that mute handclasp there was an oath of allegiance. At four o'clock on the following morning Monday, February the 27th, 1888, every locomotive engineer and fireman in the service of the Chicago, Burlington and Quincy Railroad Company quit work.
In the morning he did see her putting off on the lake, in a motor-boat with Jeff and Mr. Barmberry. He saw the boat return, saw Jeff get into the car which had brought him from Kalispell, saw the farewell, the long handclasp, the stoop of Jeff's head, and Claire's quick step backward before Jeff could kiss her. But Claire waved to Jeff long after his car had started.
Relief was paramount to all other emotions, but she vowed as she wept that she would show her gratitude, and would be Kate's friend as she had promised, and she would the feeling of the money in her hand gave her courage defy Prissy Pantin, if necessary. Kate and Mrs. Toomey separated with the warm handclasp of friendship. Mrs.
The handclasp between them was warm, for Uncle Jepson had been strongly attracted to this son of the plains; and the twinkle in Randerson's eyes as his met Uncle Jepson's was not to be mistaken. "So Vickers has gone," said Randerson as he dropped into a chair. "He's a mighty fine man." "Willard wanted Chavis to have his job," whispered Uncle Jepson. "You don't say!" Randerson's eyes gleamed.
"Also an afterthought; but Ruth is gentle and docile, and she is satisfied, and I am satisfied, so then everything is proper and everyone content. Come for me at ten on Wednesday morning. I shall be ready. No refreshments, I suppose. I must look after my own breakfast. Won't you feel a bit shabby, Edward?" And then the look and handclasp between them turned every word into sweetness and good-will.
Somehow a fellow always feels as if he could say just what he thinks to you, Jed Winslow. I feel that way, anyhow." He and Jed shook hands at the door in the early November twilight. Leander was to eat his Thanksgiving dinner at home and then leave for camp on the afternoon train. "Well, good-by," he said. Jed seemed loath to relinquish the handclasp.
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