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Then he went out to the barn to feed the chickens and look after the cow, for the Pells kept no hired man. The boys attended to the kitchen garden at least Roy did most of it, and there had been no horses kept by the family since shortly after Mr. Pell's death. This was another of Rex's trials. "Think of living in the country without a horse!" he would exclaim.

"Spare me!" were the words that fell from his pitiful lips. "For God's sake, spare me! I'll do anything! Go anywhere! He can have her! You can have her! Her, and all the money I've got, if only you'll spare my life!" The bandit looked down in utter disgust at the cringing form. Never had he seen anything in the world that he detested more. Pell's fingers were on the bandit's boots.

"Waistcoat-pocket just now," replied Allerdyke laconically. "That'll be an extra passport," observed Fullaway. "Not that it's needed, because, as I said, I've done business for her. Oddly enough, that was in the jewel line I negotiated the sale of Pinkie Pell's famous pearl necklace with Mademoiselle de Longarde. You've heard of that, of course?" "Never a whisper!" answered Allerdyke.

"Oh, it's horrible!" "Why not?" Lopez wanted to know. "Ze skindler, ze coward what beat his wife. Was evil man." What white-livered folk these Americans were! Gilbert looked down at Pell's body, which had now, in death, a certain curious dignity. "But don't you see what you've done?" Lopez looked at him in bland amazement.

We've had enough of petticoats around here for one day, it seems to me." Uncle Henry was swift to inform him. "I'll tell you who she is she's his wife!" And he pointed to Pell. "But she loves him!" And he pointed to Gilbert. It was as though a bomb had exploded. Terror came into Gilbert's eyes, and fury into Morgan Pell's. "What's that?" the latter cried, aghast.

Cassidy drifted into Pell's poker parlors, which were located in the rear of a Chinese laundry, where they gathered unto themselves the wherewithal for the required breakfasts. An hour spent in the card room of the "Hurrah" convinced its proprietor that they had wasted their talents for the past six weeks in digging for gold.

'Gone, poor gentleman! said Toole, in an under tone his phraseology became refined in Pell's presence; he'd have said 'poor devil, or 'poor dog, if he had been with Doctor Rogerson. Pell held the pen in his thin lips, while he tore off half-a-sheet of paper, and only shook his head funereally. So, taking the pen in his fingers, he said, 'We'll give him so and so, if you approve.

He really disliked Jones, and would be glad when they could get back to New York. There was nothing here worth his consideration. Sturgis had been stupid to think so. "But when we are enjoying his hospitality " "Enjoying? Ha! Suffering, I guess you mean!" And Pell's head went back and he gave out a guffaw. Lucia waited for his false mirth to vanish.

Pell's cheeks as she came up, and Rex exclaimed as soon as he was within speaking distance: "Mother knows. Have you told the girls yet, Roy?" A look of annoyance crossed Mrs. Pell's face, but before either she or Roy could say anything, Jess sprang to her feet, nearly upsetting the bowl of strawberries in the act. "Told you what?

If you feed him up he'll die of inflammation; and if you don't he'll die of wakeness. So he lies on the fatal horns of a dilemma, you see; an' not all the men in Derry'll take him off them alive. He's gone, Sir. Pell's coming, I hear. I'd wait if I could; but I must look afther business; and there's no good to be done here. I thank you, Mr.