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He isn't in the least interested in the things they do in offices; and he's too high-spirited to settle down to a grind." "He's like you in spirit, Helen," said Darrow. "What is he interested in?" "He's interested in you." "What!" cried Darrow. "Wish it were a family trait." "He thinks you are wonderful, and he knows all about all your adventures and voyages with Doctor Schermerhorn.
I often wished the shade of old Duvall could be permitted to see these, his last disciples, spelling out dimly his teachings, mispronouncing his grave utterances, but believing utterly. Dr. Schermerhorn appeared on deck seldom. When he did, often his fingers held a pen which he had forgotten to lay aside.
Kate Schermerhorn, who looked like a wayward angel, exclaimed at it: "Oh, do let's. There's to be a duck of a medium and I am just dying to have my fortune told." Verelst showed his handsome false teeth. "No need of a medium for that, my dear. Your path is one of destruction. You will bowl men over as you go." Kate laughed at him. "You seem very upright." Mrs. Austen turned to Margaret.
"Nothing could have happened." "Most anything can happen in Chinatown," mumbled Schermerhorn. "Did you ever read a story by Norris called The Third Circle?" "Not yet," said Angela. "I bought the book, but " "Well, read that story when you get home to-night, Miss, and maybe you'll know what your young gentleman here went through." Her "young gentleman!" But Angela did not smile.
Schermerhorn must know the inhabitants and habits of this place, and he would guess what had become of her, when they found her gone. "So are you very pretty," she smiled. "Yes," replied the girl, in her little metallic voice. "I like you. You like me. You give one dollah; I take you see Chinese man smokes mo' 'n all oddeh mens. He velly old knows ebelyting." "Oh, I am to pay you a dollar!
Almost I thought to make out the customary grey dust lying on the wax of his features. I am going to tell you more of this man, because, as you shall see, he was destined to have much to do with my life, the fate of Dr. Karl Augustus Schermerhorn, and the doom of the Laughing Lass. He wore on his head a red bandana handkerchief. I never saw him with other covering.
James and his family were also invited guests on the boat. These temporary traveling companions were Dr. A. Veeder, Lawyer Charles Hastings and Congressman S.J. Schermerhorn, three well known and highly estimated gentlemen from Schenectady. At 11.40 A.M., Mr.
"From lack of brains," said Darrow brutally, "as I believe you once said in private conversation about my old master, Doctor Schermerhorn. Those things are remembered. I am delighted to hand this back to you." He eyed Eldridge, the brilliant smile still curving his lips. "Enough of this!" cried Lyons with authority. "This is unseemly in the face of eternity." Darrow looked again at his watch.
There were six of us on the train namely, the engineer and stoker on the locomotive; while following were the conductor, a brakeman at each end of the car, and the pastor of a heap of ashes on Schermerhorn street, Brooklyn. "When shall we get to Dayton?" we asked. "Half-past nine o'clock!" responded the conductor.
"But you've lost all them vallyable things, Perfessor," said Handy Solomon. "Now, I call that hard luck." Dr. Schermerhorn snapped his fingers. "They do not amoundt to that!" he cried. "Here, here, in this leetle box iss all the treasure! Here iss the labour of ten years! Here iss the Laughing Lass, and the crew, and all the equipmendt comprised. Here iss the world!"
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