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Petersen's house, conclusively proved that the President would have died in the street if I had granted the request to take him such a long distance as to the White House. I asked for the best room and we soon had the President placed in bed. He was lifted to the longitudinal center of the bed and placed on his back.
She had not on the decent garments she had worn for some time past, but was in the ragged and soiled clothes which she had of late worn only when she went home at night, discarding them in the morning when she stopped at Mrs. Petersen's and put on the better ones which had been given to her.
Upon reflection Robert discovered the cause: though he had scarcely gained a bursary, he had gained prizes; and in a little place like Rothieden long may there be such places! everybody with any brains at all took a share in the distinction he had merited. Ericson stayed only a few days. He went back to the twilight of the north, his fishy cousin, and his tutorship at Sir Olaf Petersen's.
It also appeared to have been recorded at his instance eleven years after its execution. In the meantime, however, that is to say, between the sinking of the Geiser in '88 and the recording of Mary Petersen's supposed deed in '99, another equally mysterious deed to the same property had been filed.
The Assistant District Attorney rubbed his forehead and wondered who in thunder all these people were. Who, for example, to begin at the beginning, was Charles A. Clark, and why should he be deeding away Ebbe Petersen's property? And who were Keilly and O'Rourke, and all the rest Colliton, Garretson, Bolte and Freeman? And who, for that matter, was Hubert?
An' I'll tell ye, Matty, if the lady, she's one of Jim's young ladies, if she gives ye the blue dress, we'll keep it to Mrs. Petersen's if she'll let us, so ma can't get it for the drink. Are ye goin' to give it to her, miss?" "Indeed I am," I answered to the eager question. "Come now, Matty, stand up, and we'll measure you for the dress.
Petersen's side was Tony, leaning his head against her other shoulder, his face a mixture of terror, grief, and bewilderment, both his hands clasping those of Matty; around were grouped Johnny, a doctor, and a second officer. Matty's eyes were fixed upon the door; and as we entered, a sudden gleam of intelligence and pleasure lighted them.
Petersen's rooms and the little flower-shop had settled to its usual routine, save that Tony still abode with the kind Germans, and that he tended alone both the peanut-stand and his roaster. His parents had not yet returned, nor have we to this day obtained, or indeed sought, any trace of them; all concerned being only too glad that they have made no claim upon the little lame boy.
His blue eyes laughed in the shadow of the black sou'wester tied down over his eyes, his slight form was lost in the ample folds of Captain Petersen's best oilskin coat. "It remains to be seen," he said, peering out into the rain and spray, "whether that little man will come to us in this." "He will come," said Captain Petersen. Prince Martin Bukaty laughed.
Carelessly, smilingly he picked up Petersen's dog-whip, which lay coiled on the bar; thoughtfully he weighed it. The lash was long, but the handle was short and thick, and its butt was loaded with shot; it had much the balance of a black-jack a weapon not unknown to Mr. Hyde. "Pretty soft for you mail-men." The former speaker grinned. "Ja! Pretty soft. Aye bet Aye have good tam dis trip.
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