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After such an interruption it was no use attempting to continue the debate, and Redbrook and his companions spent the remainder of the evening trying to discover the authors of this outrage. The culprits, however, had made good their escape; no one remembered having seen the ladder before, and it was impossible to say to whom it belonged.
By this time they were at the Widow Peasley's, stamping the snow from off their boots. "How general is this sentiment?" Austen asked, after he had set down his bag in the room he was to occupy. "Why," said Mr. Redbrook, with conviction, "there's enough feel as I do to turn that House upside down if we only had a leader. If you was only in there, Austen."
Now that he was here, where was he to stay? The idea of spending the night at the Pelican was repellent to him, and he was hesitating between two more modest hostelries when he was hailed by a giant with a flowing white beard, a weather-beaten face, and a clear eye that shone with a steady and kindly light. It was James Redbrook, the member from Mercer.
It was an absolutely simple case." "Twahn't so much what ye did as how ye did it," said Mr. Redbrook. "It's kind of rare in these days," he added, with the manner of commenting to himself on the circumstance, "to find a young lawyer with brains that won't sell 'em to the railrud.
"Wanted they should know you," said Mr. Redbrook. "They've all heard of you and what you did for Zeb." Austen flushed. He was aware that he was undergoing a cool and critical examination by those present, and that they were men who used all their faculties in making up their minds. "I'm very glad to meet any friends of yours, Mr. Redbrook," he said. "What I did for Meader isn't worth mentioning.
"James Redbrook," he said, "until to-night I thought you were about as long-headed and sensible a man as there was in the State." "So I be," replied Mr. Redbrook, with a grin. "You ask young Tom Gaylord." "So Tom put you up to this nonsense." "It ain't nonsense," retorted Mr. Redbrook, stoutly, "and Tom didn't put me up to it. It's the' best notion that ever came into my mind."
"Wanted they should know you," said Mr. Redbrook. "They've all heard of you and what you did for Zeb." Austen flushed. He was aware that he was undergoing a cool and critical examination by those present, and that they were men who used all their faculties in making up their minds. "I'm very glad to meet any friends of yours, Mr. Redbrook," he said. "What I did for Meader isn't worth mentioning.
I didn't realize that I was staring at him so hard, because I was trying to remember where I had seen him before, and then I remembered suddenly that it was with you." "With me?" Austen repeated. "You were standing with him, in front of the little house, when I save you yesterday. His name was Redbrook.
"He told me a very interesting thing about you," she continued slowly, with her eye upon. Austen's profile. "He said that a great many men wanted you to be their candidate for governor of the State, more than you had any idea of, and that you wouldn't consent. Mr. Redbrook grew so enthusiastic that he forgot, for the moment, my relationship to the railroad.
And I should be inclined to accuse him, too, of a friendly attempt to install me in your good graces." "No," answered Victoria, smiling, with serious eyes, "I won't be put off that way. Mr. Redbrook isn't the kind of man that exaggerates I've seen enough of his type to know that. And he told me about your reception last night at the Widow Peasley's.
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