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Have you no reward for patience such as mine? A whole summer has passed since I saw you first " There was the noisy shuffling of feet on the stairs, and releasing Betty, Murrell swung about on his heel and faced the door. It was pushed open an inch at a time by a not too confident hand and Mr. Slosson thus guardedly presented himself to the eye of his chief, whom he beckoned from the room.
He and his party had registered at the Oberlin Hotel, and Daylight encountered the young hammer-thrower himself in the office. "Look here, son," Daylight announced, as soon as he had introduced Dede, "I've come to go you another flutter at that hand game. Here's a likely place." Slosson smiled and accepted.
Two men stepped to the side of the carriage. "Show your light, Bunker," said the same rough voice that had spoken before. Instantly a hooded lantern was uncovered, and Hannibal uttered a cry of terror. He was looking into the face of Slosson, the tavern-keeper. In the face of Betty's indignant protest Slosson and the man named Bunker climbed into the carriage.
He smiled queerly. "Tell me, where did you learn all this?" "I don't know," faltered Fanny happily. "Brandeis' Bazaar, perhaps. It's just another case of plush photograph album." "Plush ?" Fanny told him that story. Even the discomfited Slosson grinned at it. But after ten minutes more of general discussion Slosson left. Fenger, without putting it in words, had conveyed that to him. Fanny stayed.
Slosson," said Edward Henry, "I want you to remember that you're talking to a lawyer." "A lawyer?" "I was in the law for years," said Edward Henry. "And you know as well as I do that I can get the option stamped at any time by paying a penalty which at worst will be a trifle compared to the value of the option." "Ah!" Mr.
"You want Slosson!" quickly prompted the girl in a whisper. "I want to see Slosson!" said Carrington glibly and with confidence, and once more he checked the skiff. "Who be you?" "Murrell sent you," prompted the girl again, in a hurried whisper. "Murrell " And in his astonishment Carrington spoke aloud. "Murrell?" cried the voice sharply.
"If things go wrong with us there'll be a blaze at the head of the bayou; does that satisfy you?" "And what then?" Murrell hesitated. "What about the girl?" insisted Slosson, dragging him back to the point at issue between them. "As a man I wouldn't lift my hand ag'in' no good looking woman except like I said in kindness, but she can't be turned loose, she knows too much.
"Where are you taking me?" asked Betty, in a voice that shook in spite of her efforts to control it. "You must hurry, ma'am," urged Slosson impatiently. "I won't move until I know where you intend taking me!" said Betty, "If I am to die " Mr. Slosson laughed loudly and indulgently. "You ain't. If you don't want to walk, I'm man enough fo' to tote you.
Slossons: two of 'em was South Carolinians, one was from Georgia, and the last was a widow lady out of east Tennessee. She'd buried three husbands and I figured we could start perfectly even." The intrinsic fairness of this start made its strong appeal. Mr. Slosson dwelt upon it with satisfaction. "She had three to her credit, I had three to mine; neither could crow none over the other."
Slosson continued to drum on the table and to look out of the window, Edward Henry also drummed on the table and looked out of the window. The chamber of the senior partner was a very different matter from Mr. Vulto's. It was immense. It was not disfigured by japanned boxes inartistically lettered in white, as are most lawyer's offices.
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