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She's not a woman merely. She's the wife of an old college chum, the better half by far." Overman pulled his moustache, a humorous twinkle in his eye. "Well, how many halves are there to you? I've met the other half once before. This makes one and a half," he said, peering at his friend with his single eye. Gordon laughed. "Yes, I am large."
Personally, I thought her an illiterate old bore. She was newly rich, and laid great emphasis upon such things as maids' caps, while tucking her own napkin under her chin at dinner. She followed us to the door in an excess of cordiality which amused me, considering everything, and there, to our horror, we saw poor old Overman half-way under the horse, examining one of its hoofs! Poor Bee!
Throwing his opponent to one side by a quick movement, he sprang to his feet, and as Overman rose, fastened his enormous hairy left hand on his throat and closed it with the clutch of a bear. His enemy writhed and plunged the steel twice to the hilt in Gordon's breast before his big right hand found the knife and wrenched it from his grasp.
This was the overman, Simon Ford. Near him stood a boy, about fifteen years of age, who for some years already had been employed down below. James Starr and Simon Ford knew and esteemed each other well. "Good-by, Simon," said the engineer. "Good-by, Mr. Starr," replied the overman, "let me add, till we meet again!" "Yes, till we meet again. Ford!" answered James Starr.
Kate turned and quickly left the room. "Won't you sit down?" Gordon said, offering Overman a chair with excessive courtesy. "Thanks; I prefer to stand," he answered, gruffly. The single eye was fixed on the man opposite in a steady blaze, following every step and every movement in silence.
With minute detail she explained the events of the fatal Sunday, described his entrapping Overman in the library unarmed, and of his murder in the dark. She told how she had rushed to the door and found no light within, and how he had enticed her into the room and attempted to choke her to death.
"Indeed," said Madge, who had taken the fragment of coal and was examining it with the air of a connoisseur; "that's good quality of coal. Carry it home, Simon, carry it back to the cottage! I want this first piece of coal to burn under our kettle." "Well said, wife!" answered the old overman, "and you shall see that I am not mistaken." "Mr.
Overman slowly pulled his moustache, and a grin pushed his nose upward. "Exactly. I am the one odd individual your scheme overlooked a normal human being with the simplest rational instincts, a clear brain and the muscle big enough to enforce a desire." "The muscle test is yet to come," Gordon coldly interrupted. The banker shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose so.
"You ought to have sense enough to know that a woman of character past the schoolgirl age is often fascinated by the ruggedness of such a man. Savage strength is sometimes resistless to women of rare beauty." "You think so?" he asked, pathetically. "Certainly; I know it," she answered, her lips twitching playfully. Overman looked at her steadily. "Sort of beauty-and-beast idea, I suppose.
The perfect grace and rhythm of movement could be seen even through the heavy seal cloak, whose sheen changed with each touch of her figure. "Look at the idiots!" cried Overman, excitedly. "So busy stretching their necks to see a woman, there's five piled up on the ice. They're ringing for the ambulance.
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