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'I shall be with him in good time, replied his lordship, again looking down. 'If you could manage to come down at once, my lord, said Mr. Harris. 'Why? 'Mr. Leander wishes to see your lordship very much. 'Ah! Leander! said Lord Eskdale, in a more interested tone. 'What does he want? 'I have not seen him, said Mr. Harris; 'but Mr. Prevost tells me that his feelings are hurt.

"It's a swell proposition!" "It's a hell of a proposition!" "Well? You need to say right now. I don't need to remind you of Lorson Harris." "God curse Lorson Harris!" "Just so." Tough was unrelenting in his pressure upon his victim. Lorson Harris chose his agents well. Suddenly Nicol flung out his hands in a furious gesture. "God's hell light on him!

I embraced her with an ecstasy not to be described, at the same instant pouring a thousand tendernesses into her ears; at least, if I could express so many to her in a minute, for in that time the alarm began at the house; Mrs. Harris had mist her daughter, and the court was presently full of lights and noises of all kinds.

Two shots rang out in quick succession and Harris stumbled, wheeled and pitched forward on his face as Hopalong's sombrero spun across his body. For a second there was an intense silence, heavy, strained and sickening. Then a roar broke forth and the crowd of frenzied merry-makers, headed by Hopalong, poured out into the street and spread out to search the town.

"P'r'aps if you was to break your leg or something she'd come and nurse you. She's wonderful fond of it, I understand." "But then, you see, I haven't broken it," said the other, impatiently. "You've got a bicycle," said Mr. Harris. "You wait a minute " he half-closed his eyes and waved aside a remark of his friend's. "Suppose you 'ad an accident and fell off it, just in front of the house?"

Now at last Harris jumped, Hogarth catching him, and they ran across the yard northerly, Harris complaining of cold, being in hospital flannels, his feet bare, Hogarth bitterly regretting the burden of this companion, meditating on deserting him.

Dounce and Mr. Harris, and Mr. Jennings, used to stand up, and look round the house, and Jonesknowing fellow that Jonesknew everybodypointed out the fashionable and celebrated Lady So-and-So in the boxes, at the mention of whose name Mr.

Benedict purchased an interest in the Herald establishment, and became co-partner with Messrs. J. A. Harris and A. W. Fairbanks. The subsequent retirement of Mr. Harris from editorial life left Mr. Benedict as editor-in-chief of that paper, a position he has from that time retained. In 1843, Mr. Benedict was a member of the City Council, and president of that body.

The room in which Madame Harris was waiting to receive her customer was so dark that he stumbled over a chair, and fell across a bed before he could see where he was. Then he recovered himself, and took an observation. The room was a very small oneso diminutive, indeed, that the bed, which occupied one side of it, reduced the available space more than two-thirds.

"Now, Harris, do you and one of the others go on ahead; we will follow fifty yards behind you. If you hear anyone coming, give a low whistle; we will then turn off the light. You can walk on confidently, for there is no chance of any of these prickly creepers running across the path.