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Johnson in a bellum internecinum against Jonas Hanway, or any other impious person who should presume to disparage it." The only stimulant that Hazlitt indulged in was strong Black tea, using the very best obtainable. Wordsworth was a lover of tea, and he sweetened his tea beyond the taste of ordinary mortals. Shelly also was a lover of tea. Kant drank tea habitually for breakfast.
"He won't stay long," said Senator Hanway; "but while he's here, dear, won't you take Mr. Storms into the library?" This request was preferred to Dorothy. "Yes," began Dorothy, when she and Richard found themselves in the library, and nothing to interrupt them but the distant slumbrous rumble of Senator Loot. "Yes, I'm going to help Uncle Pat.
Finding himself thus loftily situated and his hands so clothed with power, Senator Hanway, looking over the plains of national politics, conceived the hour ripe for another and a last step upward. For twelve years a White House had been his dream; now he resolved to seek its realization.
"Do you mean the report of Senator Hanway's committee that is investigating Northern Consolidated?" cried Richard. Mr. Sands tilted his derby over a confident left eye, blew a devastating cloud, and said he did. "It was only last night," observed Richard, still bitten of doubt, "that Senator Hanway told me the committee had not ended its hearings." Mr.
Harley Mr. John Harley the great Mr. John Harley brother-by-law of the still greater Senator Hanway stands in the dock as a forger. Will not our Dorothy laugh? John Harley, forger; why not!" Mr. Harley sat ghastly and still, while Storri rambled on for the mere pleasure of torture. He did not leave Mr. Harley a hope wherewith to prop himself. The deal in sugar had been in Mr.
The Senate, following a certain national election, fell to be a tie. The party of Senator Hanway still had control of the committees and generally of the Senate organization; but that election had sent to be the Senate's presiding officer a Vice-President who belonged with the opposition. On a tie, Senator Hanway's party would find defeat by the vote of that new Vice-President.
Senator Hanway was in this valley of gloom when he heard of Mr. Gwynn. It was Mr. Harley, ever brisk in railway matters, who told him of that gentleman as the Colossus of the Anaconda Airline. "He holds no offices in the management of the company," explained Mr. Harley, "but, being millions upon millions a majority shareholder his least word is Anaconda Airline law."
It seemed very odd that the man who protested that his stay in the mountains was so temporary, and whose stay in the world was evidently so short, should spend his obviously scanty substance in purchase after purchase of the worthless mountain wilderness. To be sure, the land was cheap, but it cost something. And Hanway looked again at the frayed cuffs and elbows of the red smoking-jacket.
Dorothy, whose trembling concern was her father, and who felt ever more and more like some fly caught fast in a spider's web, made no reply. There was nothing to say nothing save obedience. She wrote Richard that Storri had set a spy upon the house, and asked him to forego his calls upon Senator Hanway. The close of the letter was a hysteria of love and grief.
To be sure, he could but be grave when testifying before a coroner's jury, but Hanway was hardly prepared for such exuberant cheerfulness as his manner, his attire, and his face seemed to indicate. "Ain't ye sorter lonesome over hyar?" he ventured. "You bet your sweet life I am," his host replied unequivocally. A shade crossed his face, and vanished in an instant.
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