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But he did not impress Duane as being frightened just then; nevertheless, he had a clammy face, the pallid look of a man who had just gotten over a shock. He peered into Duane's face, then into that of the cowboy next to him, then into Lawson's, and if ever in Duane's life he beheld relief it was then. That was all Duane needed to know, but he meant to find out more if he could.
It is impossible to help admiring Sir Wilfrid Lawson's smiling courage, but I really do not believe that he sees more than the faint shadows of the evils against which he struggles; he does not know the true nature of the task which he has attacked, and he fancies that securing temperance is an affair of bolts, and bars, and police, and cackling local councils.
Verne made that prayer, for his faith was growing weak, and the words gave him strength, and as he wends his way to Phillip Lawson's office, smiling upon each acquaintance that he meets, none would suspect the desperate state into which he was so suddenly plunged. "Phillip will help me," murmured he with a hopeful gleam in his eye.
"I suppose I must finish Lawson's work, although I am but a poor hand at this sort of thing," resumed Captain Erskine, taking up the prayer book the adjutant had, in hastening on the first alarm to get the men under arms, carelessly thrown on the grave of the now unconscious Murphy. He then commenced the service at the point where Mr.
Something alive was crouching there, though none but a trained sense could have detected it! They waited the hidden creature and the quivering girl! Then a pair of eager, suspicious eyes shone between the dead leaves of the bushes; next a dark, thin face peered forth it was Burke Lawson's! Nella-Rose clutched her basket closer that was all. After a moment she spoke softly, but clearly: "I'm alone.
"I have asked," replied Plummer, "just now, and none of the servants was sent. But Lawson's story is that he was sent for and came, though he said he shouldn't say what Mason wanted to see him about till he knew more of the case. Looks as though he hadn't quite got his story ready yet, doesn't it?
No doubt they'd locate him after a bit; but in the meantime ? It was nearly one o'clock and Cristy Lawson's wire brooked no delay. There was only one thing to do go ahead on his own initiative. Brennan went into McAllister's private office and closed the door while he talked to the Chief of Police on the private line.
Bill Heathcote had retired from the army, and was living on a property to which he had succeeded on the death of his grandmother some three years ago. Lady Lawson's last words returned to Philippa's memory: "Good-bye, my darling child. I do hope you will have a good time!" She smiled at the recollection. A good time!
He shook himself in his clothes like a wet dog. "I say, I'm jolly glad you like it." "I don't. I don't think it's of the smallest importance." Lawson's face fell, and he stared at Clutton with astonishment: he had no notion what he meant, Clutton had no gift of expression in words, and he spoke as though it were an effort.
"I don't know what he means; but he doesn't hunt down a common Roundhead out of thousands with nothing but 'duty' in his head; that's not Master Wilfrey Lawson's way." "But this man was a captain of the trained bands latterly," said the little constable. "Fellow," he cried to Mr.
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