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"She is so absolutely to be relied on as that?" "So absolutely to be relied on as that." "Then permit me to inform you, Mr. Bruff, that Mr. Godfrey Ablewhite was in this house not two hours since, and that his entire innocence of all concern in the disappearance of the Moonstone was proclaimed by Miss Verinder herself, in the strongest language I ever heard used by a young lady in my life."
I asked. "The Moonstone, Mr. Franklin. But what brings you now, sir?" "The Moonstone again, Betteredge." The old man suddenly stood still, and looked at me in the grey twilight as if he suspected his own ears of deceiving him. "If that's a joke, sir," he said, "I'm afraid I'm getting a little dull in my old age. I don't take it." "It's no joke," I answered.
"He's where he belongs," said Williams. "So is this one." And Williams touched Saunders's body with his boot. "Let's drink and vamoose." "Here's to the kid!" cried Overland, strangely white and shaky. "Here's hoping!" chorused the Moonstone riders. None of the Moonstone boys had supposed that Overland Red was hit. He rode joyfully and even began a poem to the occasion.
"We know that you are not the person who pledged it. Do we know who did?" "No." "Where do we believe the Moonstone to be now?" "Deposited in the keeping of Mr. Luker's bankers." "Exactly. Now observe. We are already in the month of June. There is a chance to say the least that the person who pawned it, may be prepared to redeem it when the year's time has expired. If he redeems it, Mr.
Attitudes, movements, her face, her white arms and fingers, everything was suffused with a rosy tenderness, a warm humility, a gracious and yet to him wholly estranging beauty. During the balcony singing in the second act the doctor's thoughts were as far away from Moonstone as the singer's doubtless were.
"Mebby I was bearin' down so hard on the same idea that you kind of felt the strain." "Possibly. That's not unusual. What shall we call it?" "Wha I was thinkin' of callin' it the 'Rose Girl' after a girl Collie and me knows up Moonstone Cañon way." "It's rather a good name," said Winthrop. "Is the girl pretty?" "Pretty? Gosh! That ain't the word.
If the Moonstone had been in my possession, this Oriental gentleman would have murdered me, I am well aware, without a moment's hesitation. At the same time, and barring that slight drawback, I am bound to testify that he was the perfect model of a client. He might not have respected my life.
Feed good on the hills yet?" "Pretty good." "I hear you got company up to the Moonstone." "Yep. Eastern folks, doctor and his wife." And Collie looked the deputy hard in the eye. "Oh, that was their machine I heard coughin' up the cañon last night, eh?" "I didn't ask them about that," replied Collie. "You're improvin' since you first come into these hills," said Tenlow, with some sarcasm.
Don't waste your money and your temper in the fine spring time of your life, sir by meddling with the Moonstone. Sergeant Cuff!" repeated Betteredge, shaking his forefinger at me sternly. "The greatest policeman in England!" "My mind is made up, my old friend. Even Sergeant Cuff doesn't daunt me. By-the-bye, I may want to speak to him, sooner or later. Have you heard anything of him lately?"
There were three officers of Tippoo's household, strangers to the rest, who had won their master's confidence by conforming, or appearing to conform, to the Mussulman faith; and to those three men report pointed as the three priests in disguise. So, as told in our camp, ran the fanciful story of the Moonstone.
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