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But, then, if I remember right, you had not heard the name of Professor James Moriarty, who had one of the great brains of the century. Just give me down my index of biographies from the shelf." He turned over the pages lazily, leaning back in his chair and blowing great clouds from his cigar. "My collection of M's is a fine one," said he.
Promptly at 1300, the display board lit, and Medart skimmed the list for the M's. He was confident he'd made it through the grueling tests though even at this point, about a quarter didn't and he was hoping for a good ranking. In the planet-wide testing, he'd rated #1.
Between the delights of roaming the country with Maggie, and the pleasure of continuing to read through the M's in Webster's Dictionary, there could be little choice. On the side of liberty and freedom alone could the balance fall.
"And now," he said, "perhaps you'll tell us your name." He whistled. "Too much," he said; "what's the easiest you can do?" After some thought I said, "What about M or N?" "Much better! If M's all right for you, it'll do for us." So M was agreed upon. I was still rather afraid that the rank and file had been passing a dull evening and would not come again, and I tried to express as much to them.
Why you can see," suddenly holding the letter towards him, "it isn't even like my writing. My s's, my m's they're not like that " "No, no," he said eagerly. "I see that they are not. I saw that at once." "You knew at once that it was a forgery?" "I knew at once. I never doubted for an instant." She sighed; then settled back into the pillow with a little shudder.
Avory at all; it was Mrs. Amory." "Oh, I don't take much count about m's or v's," said Kink. "It began with a big 'A, and it ended in 'ory, and that was good enough for me." "Kink," said Janet, "you're a dear. You've given us the most beautiful holiday." Hester suddenly turned pale. "Mother!" she exclaimed, "what about the twenty-five sovereigns?" "Yes," said Robert, "that's awful!"
'Mandy, you go into the clo'es-press in my bedroom an' git out that weskit, an' some o' them quilts, an' my M's an' O's table-cloths." Amanda rose and hurried into the bedroom, in spite of Aunt Melissa's whispered comment: "What makes you go to overhaulin' things? She'll forgit it in a minute."
I do now send you my Preface to the B p of S r m's INTRODUCTION to his third volume, which I desire you to print in such a form, as in the bookseller's phrase will make a sixpenny touch; hoping it will give such a public notice of my design, that it may come into the hands of those who perhaps look not into the B p's Introduction.
I opened one of the filing-cases, glanced at him for permission, took out a slip of paper under the M's. It was covered with notes, in Mrs. Burbank's writing, of a reception given to him at the Manufacturers' Club in St. Louis three years before. A lot of names, after each some reminders of the standing and the personal appearance of the man.
We were put into the old squads to fill the places of those who had recently died, being assigned to these vacancies according to the initials of our surnames, the same rolls being used that we had signed as paroles. This separated Andrews and me, for the "A's" were taken to fill up the first hundreds of the First Thousand, while the "M's," to which I belonged, went into the next Thousand.
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