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His expression was the gambler's calm, watchful, indifferent, pallid, as from years of nights under the gas-light in close, hot rooms, with the cards sliding from the faro box hour after hour. "Eighty-five short that's right," assented Larkin. Then, with a look at Culver: "And some of 'em'll come mighty high." "Where are you going to do business with them?" inquired Merriweather. "Here?"
"Oh that girl is always with us, to keep us from enjoying life too much. Why don't they send her away to Boarding School or something? She has already gotten two people into trouble by tattling." "That girl's a pest!" Bet frowned with indignation. "Lady Betty Merriweather would have won her friendship and changed her whole character," said Kit, gazing into the smiling eyes. Joy laughed.
"I'm not saying that I want the old mine, if we can hold it, but I'm willing to help fight, if the girls say so. The Merriweather Girls stand together." "Good for you, Joy Evans! I didn't expect it of you." "You didn't? What are you trying to insinuate, Bet Baxter? I'm not a traitor!" "Why, of course not, Joy, but you don't like digging mines and riding horseback and all that sort of thing."
Merriweather went to Woodruff, and Woodruff reported to me Scarborough's friends in Indianapolis all agreed that he did not want the nomination and would not have it. "We must force it on him," said I. "We must have Scarborough." Immediately after Burbank's nomination, Goodrich concentrated upon nominating Judge Simpson. He had three weeks, and he worked hard and well.
About five o'clock in the afternoon, while Peggy was uptown replenishing the slender larder and Lafe and Jinnie were alone with the baby, there came a timid knock. Jinnie went to the door and there stood Molly Merriweather. The woman's face was white and drawn, her eyes darkly circled underneath. One glance at her and Jinnie lost her own color.
"I thought it would be well worth while to have my leg broken if you would look at me in the same way." "Truly, Mr. Scofield, I fear you are not as kind-hearted as I supposed you to be;" and then she turned to greet Mr. Merriweather. "Won't you let me drive you up to see the boy?" interposed Scofield, boldly. "I'm sorry, but I promised to go up with the doctor this morning."
"I don't know why, but somehow that Little Orphan Annie claim is going to help us win out!" "But how?" whispered Kit to herself. Disappointments could not long dampen the spirits of The Merriweather Girls. Youth soon conquered discouragement and by the time they were awake the next morning, they were happy and ready to take the next step in the adventure.
After the meal was over he sat on the piazza engrossed in the morning paper. An excursion party for the mountains was forming. He merely bowed politely as she passed him to join it, but he ground his teeth as he saw Merriweather and Hackley escorting her away. When they were out of sight he tossed the paper aside and went down to the river, purposing to row the fever out of his blood.
It is not good to disturb the bones of the dead!" he added in a warning voice. The last week in the hills was a busy one for The Merriweather Girls and their friends. Professor Gillette worked from early morning until late at night. The few excavations he made proved beyond doubt that he had found the ancient village that so many men had tried to locate. His job was secure.
And so affairs went on. He thought at times her color quickened a little when he approached suddenly; he fancied that he occasionally surprised a half-wistful, half-mirthful glance, but was not sure. He knew that she was as well aware of his intentions and wishes as if he had proclaimed them through a speaking- trumpet. His only assured ground of comfort was that neither Mr. Merriweather nor Mr.
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