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"What if he kills you?" demanded Mahaffy harshly. The judge shrugged his shoulders. "That is as it may be." "Have you forgotten your grandson?" Mahaffy's voice was still harsh and rasping. "I regard my meeting with Fentress as nothing less than a sacred duty to him." "We know no more than we did this morning," said Mahaffy.
"I expect my secretary " boldly fixing Solomon Mahaffy's status, "is already dipping into it; an excellent assistant, ma'am, but literary rather than legal." Little Steve reappeared bearing a silver tray on which was a decanter and glass. "Since you insist, ma'am," the judge poured himself a drink, "my best respects " he bowed profoundly.
Mahaffy's apprehension." "I declare, Price, you need a guardian, if ever a man did!" cried Mahaffy, in a tone of utter exasperation. "Why, Solomon?" "Why? they are absolutely useless. It was a waste of good money that you'll be sorry about." "Bless you, Solomon they ain't paid for!" said the judge, with a thick little chuckle.
Both had brought books: she, Mahaffy's "History of Greek Literature"; he, a volume of poems written by a young diplomat who loved Greece and knew her well.
The same remark would apply to most of the extant plays of Sophocles. The Oedipus Rex, in particular, reveals itself in Mr. Mahaffy's analysis as a mere farrago of inconsistencies and absurdities. In allusion to the very different estimate of Professor Campbell, Mr.
But the evidence of the "portrait-statue" is, of course, resistless, and one cannot but regret, in the interests of public decency, that testimony so conclusive is not admitted in modern trials involving a similar issue. One great characteristic of Mr. Mahaffy's style is an unsparing use of the first personal pronoun.
Quick on the word Fentress fired, an instant later Mahaffy's pistol exploded; apparently neither bullet had taken effect, the two men maintained the rigid attitude they had assumed; then Mahaffy was seen to turn on his heels, next his arm dropped to his side and the pistol slipped from his fingers, a look of astonishment passed over his face and left it vacant and staring while his right hand stole up toward his heart; he raised it slowly, with difficulty, as though it were held down by some invisible weight.
"You're the boy I saw at Scratch Hill!" Hannibal gave him a frightened glance, and edged to Mr. Mahaffy's side, but did not answer him. "What's become of Bob Yancy?" Carrington went on. He looked from Mahaffy to the judge; externally neither of these gentlemen was calculated to inspire confidence. Mahaffy, keenly alive to this fact, returned Carrington's glance with a fixed and hostile stare.
Speak to them you know I am innocent!" cried the judge, clutching his friend by the arm. Mahaffy opened his thin lips, but the crowd drowned his voice in a roar. "He's his partner " "There's no evidence against him," said the sheriff. A tall fellow, in a fringed hunting-shirt, shook a long finger under Mahaffy's aquiline nose. "You scoot that's what you make tracks!
Mahaffy and Hannibal that the judge was in a state of mind best described as beatific. The tenderest consideration, the gentlest courtesy flowed from him as from an unfailing spring; not that he was ever, even in his darkest hours, socially remiss, but there was now a special magnificence to his manner that bred suspicion in Mahaffy's soul.
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