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Seth's descendants had nothing but piety. Even their morals were no better than those of the Cainites; for at the Flood only eight of them were found worthy of preservations, and they were a poor lot. Noah got beastly drunk after the waters subsided, and one of his three sons brought a curse on all his offspring. What then must we think of the rest?
It was pretty cute of her, wasn't it, to jump Seth's claim?" "She didn't exactly jump it," said the Professor. "She was taking care of it after Seth went away, when her own topsy turvy house blew off somewhere. She had no other home. I wouldn't exactly call it jumping Seth's claim." "Call it what you please," said the Post Mistress, "but it amounts to the same thing.
In spite of his fledgling twenty-two years, Seth was an experienced Indian fighter, and Dan Somers knew it; no one better. Seth's father and mother had paid the life penalty seventeen years ago at the hands of the Cheyennes. It was jokingly said that Seth was a white Indian. By which those who said it meant well but put it badly. He certainly had remarkable native instincts.
He is a good big boy now, but Cyclona's taken care of that child ever since he come into the world putty near," and he recited the story of Celia's heartlessness. "What sort of man is the father?" queried Hugh with a manner of exaggerated indifference. "Seth? Why, Seth's one of the finest men you ever saw. And he's good-looking, too.
It is needless to make any attempt at trying to describe Seth's condition of mind, for it may readily be understood that his grief was great.
Seth's guns were spiked, for the moment. He felt the blood rush to face, and his fists, as he brandished them in the air, trembled. "I I you you " he stammered. "I I you think I " He knew that his companion would regard his agitation as an evidence of conscious guilt, and this knowledge did not help to calm him. He strode up and down the floor. "Look out," said Mrs.
Seth's eyes, busy in every other direction, had failed to witness her distress, just as he failed to take any heed of her words. "You see, Rosie, ther's a heap o' trouble comin' along here," he said presently, when he had drawn level. "Yes," the girl replied, without turning her head; "and I'm going to stay for it.
It was a beautiful afternoon, just the afternoon for a swim, and he was debarred from swimming, not only that day, but for all the summer days to come. No matter what Seth's new secret might be, it was surely not connected with the female sex, and Brown would be true to the solemn compact between them. He could not bathe in the cove because Miss Graham would be there.
In these days of telephone, however, it soon will be. In Seth's case it nearly was so, but for a different reason. Seth could write, even as he could read. But he was not handy at either. He abominated writing, and preferred to read only that which Nature held out for his perusal. However, after some days of deep consideration, he had decided to write a letter.
The set purpose in Seth's mind was apparent by the fact that he took the most direct route to the Rue Valette. Twice at intervals of an hour he knocked at Latour's door and received no answer, nor heard any sound within. The third time the door was opened, and Latour faced him. "Your business, citizen." "I have something important to tell Citizen Latour," Seth answered. "I do not know you."
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