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The nasal concert continued, and the chairman smote his hand-bell. "Firs' bell," murmured Tinkleby drowsily, "stop working;" while Dorris became suddenly afflicted with a catch in his breath which caused a succession of terrific snorts, each of which nearly cracked the windows. "Here, stop that noise!" cried Redbrook, springing to his feet in great wrath. "Wake 'em up, somebody!"
He went into the entry and put on his overshoes and his coat, while James Redbrook regarded him with a curious mingling of pain and benevolence on his rugged face. "I won't press you now, Austen," he said, "but think on it. For God's sake, think on it." Outside, Austen paused in the snow once more, his brain awhirl with a strange exaltation the like of which he had never felt before.
This momentous news, Marconi-like, penetrates the storm, and is already on the floor. Mr. Widgeon and Mr. Redbrook are pushing their way towards the door.
The House listened and looked on entranced, as though they were the spectators to a tragedy. And indeed it seemed as though they were. Necks were craned to see Mr. Harper; he didn't look like a hero, but one never can tell about these little men. He had hurled defiance at the Northeastern Railroads, and that was enough for Mr. Redbrook and Mr.
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.
"Well, I suppose you know there's an anti-railroad feeling growing in that House, and that Redbrook has more influence with the farmers than any other man." "I didn't know anything about Mr. Redbrook's influence," said Austen. Mr. Tooting looked unconvinced. "Say, Aust, if anything's in the wind, I wish you'd let me know. I'll keep it quiet."
This momentous news, Marconi-like, penetrates the storm, and is already on the floor. Mr. Widgeon and Mr. Redbrook are pushing their way towards the door.
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.
"Who threw that?" he exclaimed. "What is it?" asked the chairman. "Why, one of those 'throw-downs." Redbrook glanced round the room in angry astonishment. "Look here," he said sharply, "I don't know who did it, but if any of you have come to play the fool, you'd better leave the room at once, for we aren't going to have any more nonsense like we had the other night."
If I can do anything for you, a message will reach me there." "Humph," said the Honourable Hilary, while the others exchanged significant glances. Austen had not gone half the length of the hall when he was overtaken by Mr. Tooting. "Say, Aust, what's up between you and Redbrook?" he asked. "Nothing. Why?" Austen asked, stopping abruptly.
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