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Their darn mud-scow mostly runs here, to Sachigo, and there ain't a thing along the way to interest Idepski but Sachigo. We'll be getting word from Charlie Nisson in some hurry." "Yes, we'll get it in a hurry." Standing nodded. He was transparently perturbed. Bat watched him closely. Then, in a moment, his mind was made up.
Standing looked for the handwriting of Charles Nisson, the shrewd, obscure lawyer in the country town of Abercrombie. He had never yet failed him. He would not be likely to. A bulky letter remained in his hand. The others lay scattered broadcast upon the desk. For some moments he held the letter unopened.
Well, there's no use in talkin'. You reckon this notion of yours'll make you feel better, it's goin' to hand you peace. That goes with me. Oh, yes, all the time, seein' you feel that way. But say, we best get right home or I'll cry like a darn-fool kid." Charles Nisson was standing at the window. His eyes were deeply reflective as he watched the gently falling snow outside.
The fair plaintiff was nervous. Mr. Ludwig Nisson was very handsome but very pale. His counsel fought for him as earnestly as if his client had been arraigned for murder; and when opportunity offered he whispered in his client's ear and bade him keep up his heart. The seven witnesses for the defense sat in the rear. Four of them were former friends of Louise.
Ludwig Nisson is a handsome young blonde, with lovely flaxen side-whiskers and a rose-pink complexion. Mr. Nisson's chin and upper lip are shaven clean every morning. He wears the latest Fifth-avenue style of store clothes. An ornamental garden of jewelry adorns his vest. His studs are diamonds; his hay-colored hair exhibits the perfection of the barber's skill. Mr.
No, it's best that way. She's found the man I could have chosen for her, and I'm glad. She's a great lass. She's all her mother and more." Bat inclined his stubborn head. He was still thinking of the dogs, and the sled, and all they meant to him just now. "Does she know about her share in the mills?" he asked brusquely. The other shook his head. "Not yet. But I've sent word to Charlie Nisson.
There's liable to be things need seeing to in that mail before you pull out. You'd best come along, too, Bat," he added pointedly. Standing hurried away. A sudden fierce passion was surging through his veins. Nisson was right. He knew it now. And in a fever of impatience he was yearning to come to grips with those who would rob him of the hopes in which his whole being was bound up.
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