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As Frances lay back in her own saddle, and she and Molly held the black steer on his knees, Pratt drove his mount past the stumbling horse, and seized the Boston girl as she fell. She cleared her rolling mount with Pratt's help. Otherwise she would have fallen under the heavy carcase of the horse and been seriously hurt.
"I'll tell you, Mr. Pratt's brother is coming over from Bolivar to the wedding, and as he is a-going to be a kinder relation in law by two marriages with Mr. Hoover, I think it would be nice to ask him." "Er yes," assented the singer lady, controlling a desire to smile at this mix-up of the bride's present and past relations to life.
Now that her own scheme had failed, she seemed quite placable to all Pratt's proposals a sure sign of danger to him if he had only known it. "Better let me know them now and have done with it." "Quite so," agreed Pratt. "But first of all can you keep this secret to yourself and me? The money part, any way?" "I can and shall," she answered. "Good!" said Pratt. "Very well. I want a thousand a year.
"You must not think of leaving Pratt's house at this time." "Why not?" asked Viola, roused by the tone of his voice, which was even less considerate than his words. "Because it will displease him may possibly alienate him just at a moment when we need him most.
Not without result had William repeated Miss Pratt's inquiry in Jane's hearing: "Who IS that curious child?" Jane had preserved her sang-froid, but the words remained with her, for she was one of those who ponder and retain in silence. She thought almost exclusively of Mr. Parcher until breakfast-time, and resumed her thinking of him at intervals during the morning.
The word "crows" changed him into a raging, squirming, yelping, snarling, exploding little powder-magazine. With a yell of wrath he burst free and leaped upon the opposite seat, knocking the moral piece from Silas Pratt's hand and the spectacles from his nose.
But if the invitation should get lost on the way?" "I thought the British post-office was impeccable." "The good Homer sometimes nods," said Ralph. "However," he went on more brightly, "the good Bantling never does, and, whatever happens, he'll take care of Henrietta." Ralph went to keep his appointment with Sir Matthew Hope, and Isabel made her arrangements for quitting Pratt's Hotel.
"You must remember that according to Pratt's story to you, she tried to buy it from him just as you did yourself, though you, of course, had no idea of what it was you wanted to buy." "What I wanted to buy," she answered readily, "was necessity from further interference! But is there no way of compelling Pratt to give up that document whatever it is? Can't he be made to give it up?"
What say you?" "But Jeff is needed here." "No, he isn't. He only lies behind that door in the capacity of a big watch-dog," returned the other, laughing, "to bark if he hears any one breaking in, and he hasn't had cause to do that since I've been here. Jeff, take your mattress to Master Pratt's room, and sleep there to-night."
Blessed if I ha'n't stood in half the suits of armour as ever came out of Pratt's shop: and sat, for weeks together, a-eating nothing, out of half the gold and silver dishes as has ever been lent for the purpose out of Storrses, and Mortimerses, or Garrardses, and Davenportseseses. Excited, as it appeared, by a sense of injury, I thought he would never have found an end for the last word.
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