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Paret, when you are in town, and give my cordial regards to Mr. Watling." So gravely had the farce been carried on that I almost laughed, despite the fact that the matter in question was a serious one for me. The Governor held out his hand, and I accepted my dismissal. I had not gone fifty steps in the corridor before I heard the Colonel's voice in my ear.
I advise you to compromise this suit, Weill," he added. "How would a thousand dollars strike you? I've had Paret look up the case, and he tells me the little girl has had to have an operation." "A thousand dollars!" cried the grocer. "What right have these people to let their children play on the streets? It's an outrage." "Where else have the children to play?" Mr. Watling touched his arm.
I had been there many times before. "Why, Hugh," she exclaimed, "you seem to know a lot about it!" Mr. Scherer laughed. "He's had to talk about it once or twice in court eh, Hugh? You didn't realize how clever your husband was did you, Mrs. Paret?" "But this is so complicated," she replied. "It is overwhelming."
What is left for us, Paret?" "Obviously you've got to go into the tube and plate business yourselves," I said. "So!" cried Mr. Scherer, triumphantly, "or it is close up. We are not fools, no, we will not lie down and be eaten like lambs for any law.
"Strafford," I said to him one morning with such an air of unconcern as I could muster, "I've an idea I'd like to read a little science. Could you recommend a work on biology?" I chose biology because I thought he would know something about it. "Popular biology, Mr. Paret?" "Well, not too popular," I smiled. "I think it would do me good to use my mind, to chew on something.
One by one the visitors left, each assuring me of his personal regard: the Colonel closed the door, softly, turning the key in the lock; there was a sly look in his black eyes as he took a chair in proximity to mine. "Well, Mr. Paret," he asked softly, "what's up?" Without further ado I handed him Mr. Gorse's letter, and another Mr. Watling had given me for him, which contained a copy of the bill.
On one side was a wide porch. Yellow and red leaves, the day's fall, scattered the well-kept lawn. Standing in the doorway of the house was a girl in white, and as we descended from the surrey she came down the walk to meet us. She was young, about twenty. Her hair was the colour of the russet maple leaves. "This is Mr. Paret, Maude." Mr.
He seized the paper, stared at what I had written in pencil on the margin, and then stared at me. Abruptly, he began to laugh. "Ask Mr. Wading what he thinks of it?" "I intended to, provided it had your approval, sir," I replied. "You have my approval, Mr. Paret," he declared, rather cryptically, and with the slight German hardening of the v's into which he relapsed at times.
With an effort of the will I turned from this ironical and dangerous vision of a Hugh Paret who might have been enlisted in an inspiring struggle, of a modern yet unregenerate Saul kicking against the pricks, condemned to go forth breathing fire against a doctrine that made a true appeal; against the man I believed I hated just because he had made this appeal.
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