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Patten, and much better informed; so that, if you care to know more about the Vicar's courtship and marriage, you need only carry your imagination back to the latter end of the last century, and your attention forward into the next chapter. It is the evening of the 21st of June 1788.
NEARING: Social Religion, pages 104-157. COMMONS: "Is Class Conflict in America Growing?" art. in American Journal of Sociology, 13: 756-783. HENDERSON: Social Elements, pages 276-283. NEARING AND WATSON: Economics, pages 185-193. WARNER: American Charities, pages 59-117, 276-292. PATTEN: Social Basis of Religion, pages 107-133. BLACKMAR AND GILLIN: Outlines of Sociology, pages 499-512.
His only real regret in the matter of his facial blemishes was that Spike came back with the mere loser's end of an inconsiderable purse, and had to suffer another infliction of the most intricate bridge work at the hands of Doctor Patten before he could properly enjoy at the board of T-bone Tommy that diet so essential to active men of affairs.
Looking downwards to the altar, I found it covered with flowers and plants and garlands, in the midst of which stood a great golden crucifix, and I turned to my guide wishing to question him, but he had disappeared, and I could not find him. Then a vast crowd of worshipers surrounded me, a priest before the altar raised the pyx and the patten in his hands.
Cook was now taken seriously ill and was confined to his bed for several days by what he calls the bilious cholic, during which time "Mr. Patten, the surgeon, was to me, not only a skilful physician, but an affectionate nurse." He recovered very slowly, and the want of fresh food told against him when it came to the question of gathering strength.
Blue Bonnet opened the white picket gate and walked up the path bordered with old-fashioned flags that led to Mrs. Patten's front door. She knocked softly. Mrs. Patten was not long in answering. She flung back the door with a gesture that bespoke hospitality. "Why, it's Miss Blue Bonnet," she said, smiling a welcome. "Come right in. S'pose you want to see Gabriel.
Beecher said in a terrable voice. "So that's the Game, is it?" "Now listen, Reg," Mr. Patten said, in a soothing voice. "I've tried everything but Force, and now I'm driven to that. I've got to have that third Act. The company's got the first two acts well under way, and I'm getting wires about every hour. I've got to have that script." "You go to Hell!" said Mr. Beecher.
Patten laughed, his eyes jeering. "You operate? Do you think that they want you to cut a skein of silk with a pair of scissors? Cut off a man's arm . . . how far would you go before you fainted?" "That'll be about all, Patten," came Norton's voice sternly from the door. "This is Dr. Clear out." "Thank you, Mr. Norton," said Virginia quickly.
Polly was telling, between laughing and crying, the story of Mose's discovery. Radnor came to meet us, his left arm still around Polly, his right hand extended to Terry. "Will you shake hands, Patten?" he asked. "I'm afraid I wasn't very decent, but you know " "Oh, that's no matter," said Terry, easily. "I wasn't holding it up against you.
His eyes were never still now, but roved from Rod Norton's white face to the faces of Tom Cutter, Struve, and the other men gathering in the room. Borne upon one of the Casa Blanca's doors Norton was carried to Struve's hotel, the nearest place where an attempt could be made to care for him. Patten, however, would be on hand in a moment.
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