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"Too late," Scott objected, with a guilty recollection of his mother who would have wrestled in prayer, all night long, could she have seen her son's steps turn towards Mory's and at the bacchanalian hour of half-past ten. But Opdyke's hand was on his watch. "Not a bit. Besides, it's our last chance, you know." "Till next year," Scott corrected, though he yielded to the hand upon his arm.
"I must shake hands with the youngster, Dick. Glad I changed my mind and came to see him do it." "All right, see you at Mory's to-night. Tell the boy we're all proud of him." Seeley resumed his course, saying over and over again, as if he loved the sound of the words, "chip of the old block," "blood will tell." This verdict was like the ringing call of bugles.
Indeed, they seemed to him to be doing something towards the removal of his doubts concerning Catie's pinchbeck chain. Later, as it chanced, Reed Opdyke and Scott Brenton found themselves going up the street together. "It's all hours, I suppose," Opdyke said rather indistinctly through a mammoth yawn. "Still, Brenton, what if it is? Come along to Mory's."
Never have such fair round eggs perched upon the top. The hen who laid the golden egg for it could be none other than she who worked the miracle at Mory's must have clucked like a braggart when the smoking dish came in. The dullest nose, even if it had drowsed like a Stoic through the day, perked and quivered when the breath came off the kitchen.
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