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Perceiving their opponents reluctant to charge, Peterson's command presently developed a fine flow of sarcasm. 'Won't ye stip over, ye mud-gropers? cried Devoy. 'It's a nice little riciption we've arranged for yez. 'Who stole the goats? retorted the enemy. 'Sure, is it the bits of goats, then?
"Ah, the trap!" repeated Anthony, inanely. "Certainly!" she said, with a hint of impatience. Then, as he still stared, she added quickly: "You're the man from Peterson's? From San Mateo? You came to fix it, didn't you?" "Not at all," said Anthony, smiling. "I came from New York." Light dawned in the girl's eyes. She gave a horrified laugh. "Well, how stupid of me!" she ejaculated.
Through the strenuous adventures which had kept body and brain busy the girl had recalled it again and again, since the moment when the name had fallen from Peterson's lips. She had wondered if she would ever have the "cheek" to ask Angel who was John Heron.
He bought a newspaper, and glanced through the list of steamers which had sailed during the week. When the train glided into the depot he was on his feet and ready to leave it. "You will reserve our rooms, Duson, for one month," he said on the way to the hotel. "We shall probably leave for Europe a month to-morrow." "Very good, sir." "You were Mrs. Peterson's servant, Duson, before you were mine!"
"She's in Mr. David's room. I am so anxious about her. She has been crying and wringing her hands ever since you left. I cannot tell what has come over the girl." "She is fretting about David, no doubt." "Yes, that may account for some of her grief," and Mrs. Peterson's eyes rested thoughtfully upon the floor. "But there's something else troubling her, mark my word.
Clo might have wasted twice the time in her search, had she not stepped on it. "I'll make the best of a bad bargain," she promised herself. "If I must go to Kit's room, I won't throw away a single second." She fastened Peterson's door on the outside, and fitted the key she had found, into the lock of the door at the left, in front of which stood the brown trunk.
I was there myself all the time and they neither of thirty-five cents a pound for the most ordinary ferns and red carnations was all they had, and we thought it rather skimpy under the brought up in one big braid and caught down with at the Peterson's they were pink and white with " "Oh, no, Madeleine! that was at the Burlingame's." Mrs.
Do you go near their store today?" "Why, yes, we are just across the street from it when we stop at Darnell's Dry Goods Store, but they have an office and not a store, child, and no one goes there unless they want to borrow money or something of that kind. Here we are at Peterson's. Will you come in while I do my trading?"
Then came the letters of reprieve, the deliverance from the bondage of Peterson's vindictive malice, the power of establishing her claim; and when she wept her thanksgiving for salvation, many wept in sympathy; while Regina, borne away in breathless admiration of her mother's wonderful genius, sobbed unrestrainedly.
They walked a few yards in silence, and at length Salome asked, "Were you not kept up all of last night?" "Yes; I was obliged to ride fifteen miles to set a dislocated shoulder." "Then you must be exhausted from fatigue, and unfit for watching to-night. Will you not allow me to relieve you, and take charge of Mrs. Peterson's grandchild?
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