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Harry sprang forward, seizing the hand of Tim Griggs and shaking it with enthusiasm. "Bully old Griggs! Lucky old Griggs!" Hazelton bubbled forth. "Mr. Griggs, you'll believe from now on what I've always believed that it's a great piece of luck in itself to be one of Tom Reade's friends." "It surely has been great luck for me, sir," Griggs answered.
"Thank you; I have a pretty good one of my own," Tom answered, diving into one of his pockets and bringing to light a small but powerful reading glass with an aplanatic lens. "You carry a better magnifier than I do," laughed Rutter. "Hazelton, do You carry a pocket glass?" "Yes, sir," nodded Harry "I have one just like Reade's." "Good! I can see that you youngsters believe in good tools."
Beasley, won't you follow with further remarks in this same line?" Mr. Beasley looked more or less reluctant, but he presently complied with Reade's request. Then Tom called upon another prominent citizen of Paloma in the crowd for a speech. "Let the coyotes go until daylight," was the final verdict of the crowd, though there was an ominous note in the expressed decision.
The actress he had in mind was Laura Seymour, then appearing at the Haymarket under the management of Buckstone; and this visit proved to be the turning-point in Reade's whole life. Laura Seymour was the daughter of a surgeon at Bath a man in large practise and with a good income, every penny of which he spent.
I dedicated the book in which Hiram appears to that great writer and sent a copy of it to him with what I daresay was a somewhat boyish letter. I have the terms of my dedication in mind still, and I remember that I wrote of a great genius which has always been put to lofty uses. Reade's letter in response has always held a place amongst my treasures.
I ask myself if these trifles for in comparison with the sum of Reade's genius they are small things indeed can in any reasonable measure account for the neglect which undoubtedly besets him. In narrative vigour he has but one rival Dumas père and he is far and away the master of that rival in everything but energy. No male writer surpasses him in the knowledge of feminine human nature.
Her explanation of Reade's appearance led her to think that he was very poor. If she had not much tact, she had an abundant store of sympathy; and so she sat down and wrote a very blundering but kindly letter, in which she enclosed a five-pound note. Reade subsequently described his feelings on receiving this letter with its bank-note.
Gripping the mine manager by the captured arm, Tom threw him forcefully over his own shoulder. Pedro Gato landed, half-dazed, on the ground. Tom, snatching the knife, hurled it as far as he could throw it. Snarling, the big fellow started to rise. As he did so Tom Reade's fist landed, sending the Greaser bully to earth.
"Even now his heart is softening," she said to herself. "Three times he has said to me 'That George Fielding is a better man than I am. He will repent; he bears no malice, he blames none but himself. It is never too late to mend." The Cloister and the Hearth "The Cloister and the Hearth" a Tale of the Middle Ages, is by common consent the greatest of all Charles Reade's stories.
Get all the work out of them, but drop at once this foolish policy of interfering with what they do after the whistle blows. We can't have any more of this nonsense. It costs too much. By the way, how much will it cost to repair the damage to the retaining walls?" "About eight thousand dollars, sir, if my first figuring was correct," was Reade's answer.
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