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"The idea of a horde of common people running a government with no head but their own wills is preposterous!" cried the proud old Tory Ralph Jeffries, as he settled his wig with a shake of the head and pulled out his lace ruffles. "Are these canting Puritans going to rule us with their quarrels?" "The whole country seems pretty well ablaze. It is like a Latimer and Ridley fire," was the retort.
Susan withdrew, soon to appear in a dress that left her arms and neck bare. Gideon could not get enough of this. Jeffries kept her walking up and down until she was ready to drop with weariness of the monotony, of the distasteful play of Gideon's fiery glance upon her arms and shoulders and throat.
And Miss Jeffries runs over the cards and tells ever so many things, and they are really true. You will meet her again some evening." Gilbert Vane blushed. The fortune he wanted to hear was not one with which he would like a whole roomful entertained. "It is this way." Primrose walked on ahead with Andrew Henry. "There is a suspicious-looking cloud, bigger than a man's hand."
A Tragedy, by Edward Crane, of Manchester. 1761. 8vo. A Letter from a Gentleman to Miss Blandy with her answer thereto. 1752. 8vo. The two following are advertised in the newspapers of the day: Case of Miss Blandy and Miss Jeffries fairly stated, and compared.... R. Robinson, Golden Lion, Ludgate Street. Genuine Letters between Miss Blandy and Miss Jeffries before and after their Conviction.
In the morning Jeffries brought down to de Spain, who had spent a sleepless night at the office, a letter from Nan. De Spain opened it with acute misgivings. Hardly able to believe his eyes, he slowly read: DEAREST: A wild hope has come to me. Perhaps we don't know the truth of this terrible story as it really is. Suppose we should be condemning poor Uncle Duke without having the real facts?
"For instance," continued Jeffries, tossing off signatures now with a rubber stamp, and developing his incontestable theory at the same time, "if you had put Gale Morgan up against Henry at, say five hundred yards, and told them to shoot at each other, instead of against each other, you'd have got bull's-eyes to burn from de Spain. And the Calabasas crowd wouldn't have your money.
"Why, now and again the stages are held up, yes," admitted Jeffries brusquely; "that is to be expected where the specie shipments are large. The Thief River mines are rotten with gold just now. But you don't have to drive a stage. We supply you with good men for that, and good guards men willing to take any kind of a chance if the pay is right.
The idea of his threatenin' to shoot me with my own gun; that's what riles me most. It's a pity we didn't get the food up. The boys'll have to starve a little longer, I reckon." "It will be only a little, too," replied Jeffries grimly. "I don't intend to stand any more nonsense. We'll think over the matter and decide on some kind of a move. Moxley has got to come out of that mill.
Deriding now her silly anxieties and deploring McLean's unnecessary trip, she had branched into the consideration of how busy McLean must be and McLean found himself somehow embarked in sketchy descriptions of the institution of which Miss Jeffries seemed to think he was the backbone and of its very interesting work throughout the country.
"It's hard," muttered Hocker, "that's a fact." Then all were silent, watching the flames as they rose higher and higher, and licked every corner of the doomed building. It was a grand sight while it lasted, but in twenty minutes nothing was left save a few blackened beams and smoldering heaps of ashes. "That ends the fireworks," said Jeffries. "We may as well be moving along.
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