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"As far as I know," replied Sansome, still in his courtly manner, "Mr. Keith is in perfect health. As to where he is" he waved an airy hand "I do not know. It does not matter, does it? The point is we are cozy here together. Do sit down." "I don't understand," said she, advancing a step nearer, her brows knit, "Don't put me off. I got a note saying "
Fascinated, Keith would, have liked to linger, but Sansome threaded his way toward the farther corner. As Keith passed near one of the close groups around a gambling table, it parted momentarily, and he looked into the eyes of the man in charge, cold, passionless, aloof, eyes neither friendly nor unfriendly.
He's absolutely rotten with a gun you saw him in that farce of a duel but he's a strong beggar. Don't let him get his hands on you!" "I won't," promised Sansome, a trifle shakily.
Then there's the Lady Thug, Square jaw, square shoulder, sort of bulging out at the top you know in decollete one cannot help thinking 'one more struggle and she'll be free!" "Oh, fie, Mr. Sansome," laughed Nan, half shocked. Sansome rattled on. The ultimate effect was to convey an impression of San Francisco society such as existed at all as stodgy, stupid, pretentious, unattractive.
Then, with a certainty that proved her familiarity with the place, she walked down the length of the veranda to a hall, which she entered. Nan had burst into a parlour with an open fire. Before it stood a small table crowded with bottles and glasses. Sansome rose, rather unsteadily, from one of the easy chairs. Nan uttered an exclamation of relief as she recognized him.
The fire had now about everything east of Sansome street and in the absence of water it was only a question of one or two days at most when the entire city would be in ashes. This was not alone my impression but the same ghastly prospect impressed itself upon all those who were gathered in the vicinity.
"Shucks!" snorted Sally Warner, slapping her little riding boot dashingly with her latest novelty, an English hunting crop, "Nan Keith impresses me as one who knows her way about. And, anyway, as long as Mr. Keith is satisfied, I'm sure we should be!" To his surprise Ben Sansome found himself warming to what he considered a real passion.
"Then I don't see what ails that fool, Sansome! It'd be just like him to jib." "What does it matter?" observed Mrs. Morrell philosophically, "We don't care what is happening inside as long as those two doors stay locked until Teeny and Jimmy Ware get here." As has been mentioned, Pop McFarlane was also of the party; but, characteristically, neither would have thought that fact worth mentioning.
That's when you must show what's in you. Go right after her!" As Nan burst into the room by one door he softly closed and locked the other behind him. But Sansome, although he had put up a brave front to the last moment, was not in reality feeling near the hero of romance he looked.
"Oh, that was our Vigilance Headquarters of fifty-six, where we hung Casey and Cora," elucidated the Forty-niner. "Help," gasped the Bostonian, sinking upon the bench. "Tell him," I nodded to the miner. "The Tehama House, on the waterfront at California and Sansome, was the swell hotel for army and navy people and all the Spanish rancheros when they came to town.
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