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Queed had known, without telling himself at all, that he did not want to see Miss Weyland, not, at least, till he had more time to think. But Queed's dread of seeing the girl had nothing to do with what was uppermost in her mind the Post's treacherous editorial. Of course, West had long since made that right as he had promised, as he would have done with no promising.
It gradually became plain to him that, in clearing himself of responsibility for the Post's editorial, he would have to put West in a very unpleasant position. He would have to convict him, not only of having written the perfidious article, but of having left another man under the reproach of having written it. But no; it could not be said that he was putting West in this position.
But Rosselmann, the priest, was even with me: Coming just then from some sick penitent, He stands before the pole raises the Host The Sacrist, too, must tinkle with his bell When down they dropped on knee myself and all In reverence to the Host, but not the cap. LEUTHOLD. Hark ye, companion, I've a shrewd suspicion, Our post's no better than the pillory.
The relief, the first of its kind, was difficult. In my own front a small brushwood copse was reputed to contain a sentry post. The ground was dotted with small copses which the darkness made indistinguishable, and no report of this post's relief was ever made.
When, at the close of my longest speech I finished a somewhat difficult and elaborate peroration squarely on the last quarter of the last second, Mr. Post's astonishment was so great that he burst out with it to the audience. He said: "Mr. Lewis does not require a chairman; without any help from me in any way he closed that speech right to the moment.
After they left Post's on the way back to Carmel, the condition of the road proved the wisdom of their rejection of the government land. They passed a rancher's wagon overturned, a second wagon with a broken axle, and the stage a hundred yards down the mountainside, where it had fallen, passengers, horses, road, and all.
Lights were burning in the cabins and in the Hudson Bay Post's store when the car was brought to a halt half a hundred paces from a squat, log-built structure, which was more brilliantly illuminated than any of the others. "That's the hotel," said one of the men. "Gregson's there." A tall, fur-clad figure hurried forth to meet Howland as he walked briskly across the open. It was Gregson.
So footsore, leg-weary, empty, and frozen were they on their way back, that they helped themselves to one of Jacob Post's horses, near the Philipse manor-house; and not daring to ride into town on this beast, thoughtlessly turned it loose in the Bowery lane, never thinking how certainly it and they could be traced for they had been noticed at Van Cortlandt's, again at Kingsbridge, and again at the Blue Bell tavern.
"I think," said Queed, "that I should prefer to handle both." "Ten people will read Hannigan to one who reads Darwin." "Don't you think that it is the Post's business to reduce that proportion?" "Take them both," said the Colonel presently.
Did Colonel Cowles show you the wonderful letter that came from him, asking the name of the man who was writing the Post's masterly tax articles, et cetera, et cetera?" "No really! But tell me, how have you, as President, enjoyed them?" "I haven't understood a single word in any of them. Where on earth did he dig up his fearful vocabulary?
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