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All the woods of the convent were part of the beautiful Satory forest. They had all given me money, my father, my mother, and my aunt. I had altogether about forty or fifty francs, and I wanted to give all to Pere Larcher for buying seed. The Mother Superior smiled, and sent for the Mother Treasurer and Mother St. Appoline.
He soon showed his civility by adroitly contriving to include Florence and Larcher in his conversation with Mr. Kenby. Talk ran along easily for half an hour upon the shop windows during the Christmas season, the new calendars, the picture exhibitions, the "art gift-books," and such topics, on all of which Mr. Turl spoke with liveliness and taste.
"Stop right here," cried Larcher, grasping the spectacled lawyer and pulling him into a seat. "You are commandeered." "What for?" asked Tompkins, with his expansive smile. "Dinner first, and then " "All right. Do you give me carte blanche with the bill of fare? May I roam over it at my own sweet will? Is there no limit?" "None, except a time limit.
Larcher sat silently wondering what other dramas were comprised in the history of his singular companion, besides that wherein Bagley was concerned, and that in which the fickle woman had borne a part. He found himself interested, on his own account, in this haggard-eyed, world-wearied, yet not unattractive man, as well as for Miss Hill.
"You'd ought 'a' worked up the case yourself." "You left Davenport being driven down-town," Larcher reminded the detective. "Yes, an' that about lets me out. The cabman druv 'im to somewhere on South Street, by the wharves.
Nobody will believe such good things of a woman as the man who loves her; but nobody will believe such bad things if matters go wrong." "Dear, dear, Tommy! What a lot you know about it!" But Miss Hill's momentary sarcasm went unheeded. "So I really think, Miss Kenby, if you'll pardon me," Larcher continued, "that Murray Davenport ought to know your true reason for giving him up.
"A pleasant place you have here," said the guest, while Larcher was bringing forth sundry bottles and such from a closet which did duty as sideboard. "It ought to be," replied Larcher. "Some fellows in this town only sleep in their rooms, but I work in mine." "And entertain," said Turl, with a smile, as the bottles and other things were placed on a little round table at his elbow.
"Well, you may rest assured there's nothing dishonorable in this particular case. Do you imagine I would ask you to do it if it were? Upon my word, you don't flatter me!" "Don't be angry, dear. If you're really sure it's all right " "If I'm sure! Tommy Larcher, you're simply insulting! I wish I had asked somebody else! It isn't too late " Larcher turned pale at the idea. He seized her hand.
"When I walked home with you, I had no idea I was in the company of so much money," said Larcher, who had taken a chair near his friend. "I don't suppose there's another man in New York to-night with so much ready money on his person," said Davenport, smiling. "These are large bills, you know. Ironical, isn't it? Think of Murray Davenport walking about with twenty thousand dollars in his pocket."
Bagley gazed at Larcher for a few moments in silence, as if not knowing exactly what to make of him, or what manner to use toward him. He seemed at last to decide against a wrathful attitude, and replied: "I suppose you're a very unbiased judge, and a very superior person all round. But nobody's asking for your opinion, and I guess it wouldn't count for much if they did.
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