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Pierce, with something like a tear in her voice, for she was sadly wanting in a sense of humor, and her husband's jokes always half frightened her, and invariably made her feel inferior to him, "I mean his spending so much time with Helen. I'm afraid he'll fall in love with her." "My dear," said Mr. Pierce, "you really should be a professional mind-reader.
His glance strayed to the brand on Buck's cayuse, and his swarthy face took on an expression of pleased surprise. "You come from Shoe-Bar?" he questioned. "You're some mind-reader," commented Stratton briefly. "What of it?" "Mebbe yo' do me favor," pursued the Mexican eagerly. "Save me plenty hot ride." He pulled an envelope from the pocket of his elaborately silver-conchoed chaps.
True, he had forgotten to bring anything to eat with him, but there was excuse for that in the haste with which he had left his own breakfast. Besides how could he be expected to know that the cattle had been driven away down here, and scattered, and that the Happy Family would not have overtaken them long before? Did they think he was a mind-reader?
"It's my back," explained the patient. "It's busted. It busted all of a sudden." "Was it when you were stooping over, perhaps to pick up something?" Miss Mattie stared at him in astonishment. "Are you a mind-reader, or did Roger tell you?" "Neither," smiled Allan. "Did a sharp pain come in the lumbar region when you attempted to straighten up?" "'Twan't the lumber room.
"You are not the only mind-reader," said he, very tenderly. And at this she clung to him, and laid her head upon his breast. "I had been thinking," he went on, "that the way our marriage is to be was the most beautiful way." "It is the most beautiful," she murmured. He slowly spoke out his thought, as if she had not said this.
The invitation was accepted, the vivacious Miss Kelsey acting as spokesman or spokeswoman in the matter. "I think you must be a mind-reader, Mr. Speranza," she declared. "I am dying for a sundae and I have just discovered that I haven't my purse or a penny with me.
If we find the one with the Russian postmark, we shall have found the murderer. He spoke like a madman, and as he spoke he ran around the room with one hand held out in front of him as you have seen a mind-reader at a theatre seeking for something hidden in the stalls.
I probably have bad blood o' some kind in me; but I'm not so ill-favored but what I can find a man to go along with me when I do conclude to go." She looked at me, an' the ol' man looked at me, an' I felt like a red-hot stove; but I straightened back in my chair, an' I cleared my throat. "I ain't no mind-reader," sez I, "but I'm bettin' on that same card."
"Worry is a bad producer, but a good critic," Henry replied. "And I didn't try to write much," he added. She put her elbows on the arm of her chair, rested her chin on her hand and leaned toward him. "Do you know what I've been thinking of ever since I came home?" she asked. "Well," he answered, smiling on her, "as you haven't told me and as I am not a mind-reader, I can't say that I do."
"I read several thoughts from Mr. Potter." The old farmer, to whom the whole performance had appeared as nothing less than magic, leaned out into the aisle, breathless and staring. "It seems to me, Mr. Potter," the mind-reader went on, "it seems to me you are thinking about some important business deal some big deal concerning land." The old man's mouth opened.
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