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Gladys entered, wearing the blue tailored outfit she had worn to Rand's office, on Wednesday. "At ease, at ease," she laughed, dropping into her chair. "Anything new?" Rand shook his head. "We'll have to wait. I'm expecting some action this morning; I hope it'll be over before you're home from church." She looked at him seriously. "Jeff, you're using yourself as murder-bait," she said.
Adam liked this life and this world; asked nothing better than to journey through a hundred such. Now, sitting at his ease in the blue room, a fortnight after Rand's accident, he delivered a score of messages from the Republicans of the county, gentle and simple, whom he had chanced to encounter since the accident to their representative.
The principal result of this outcry was to persuade an important New Belfast manufacturer, who had hitherto resisted Rand's sales pressure, to contract with the Tri-State Agency for the protection of his payroll deliveries.
"How could I? I never saw you before, that I remember." Miss Euphemia stared at Sol. Mrs. Sol looked up in her lord's face, and folded her arms in a resigned expression. Sol rose to his feet again, and shaded his eyes with his hand, but this time quite seriously, and gazed at Rand's smiling face. "Good Lord! Do you mean to say your name isn't Pinkney?" he asked, with a half embarrassed laugh.
"I don't see how you did hear about it," Cabot said. "For obvious reasons, it's being kept pretty well under the hat." Rand grinned. "Quote, usually well-informed sources, unquote. Not the sources mentioned above." "Jeff, you know, this damned thing's worrying me," Cabot told him, writing a receipt and exchanging it for Rand's check. "I've been trying to ignore it, but I simply can't.
Their way was now dangerous enough, but he and Selim made no stay for that. They went at speed over stock and stone, between resinous pines, through sumach and sassafras. Lightnings were beginning to play, and the thunder to roll more loudly. The sunbeams were gone, the trees without motion, the air hot and laden. Horse and man panted on. Rand's mind made swift calculation.
Adam Gaudylock, annihilating in some mysterious fashion the distance between the corner table and the group in the light of the fire, was visible over Rand's shoulder. Mr. Pincornet, chin in air and with his hand where once a sword had been, tiptoed upon the fringe of the crowd. The clamour went on. "Is it a challenge? was a blow struck? Mr. Cary, command me Mr. Rand "
Pray favour me with the gentleman's address. 'Sir, he left no name. You see, he lived so long ago!" Amid the laugh that followed, Cary turned a smiling face upon the speaker. "I will answer, Mr. Wickham, for Aurelius. Do you really want to challenge me?" He slightly changed his position so as to confront Rand's table. "In this instance, Mr. Rand, I am certain there was no fear."
And finally, there was a distinct possibility that the swift and dramatic justice that had overtaken Walters and Gwinnett at Rand's hands was having a sobering effect upon somebody at that table. Dunmore, Nelda, Varcek, Geraldine and Gladys had been intending to go to a party that evening, but at the last minute Gladys had pleaded indisposition and telephoned regrets.
When he was gone, she stooped and gathered from the floor the fallen letters the President's and Lewis Rand's and laid them in a drawer. The touch seemed to burn her, for she moaned a little. She wandered for a moment uncertainly, here and there in the room, then, returning to the sofa, fell upon her knees beside it, stretched out her arms along the silk, and laid her head upon them. "O God!
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