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This was more than the hot-tempered young athlete could bear; and almost before the words were out of Snyder's mouth, a blow delivered with all the nervous force of Rodman's right arm sent him staggering back. It would have laid him on the floor, had not several of the fellows caught him in their arms. He was furious with rage, and would have sprung at Rodman had he not been restrained.
Snyder. When Mr. Snyder arrived at the Excelsior and shortly after he was shown into the little private sitting room where he found Oakes, the third guest of the evening unexpectedly arrived. Mr. Snyder looked curiously at the newcomer. Captain Muller had a peculiar fascination for him. It was not Mr. Snyder's habit to trust overmuch to appearances.
Gordon and Brothers, the greatest publishing firm of the United States, had paid six thousand dollars for the right to publish serially A Question of Cubits, and Mark Snyder's well-earned commission on the transaction amounted to six hundred dollars. 'Things are looking up, Henry stammered, feebly facetious. 'It's nearly a record price, said Snyder complacently.
"If only the fellows had stood by me," he thought, "I might have stayed and fought it out. But to have them go back on me, and take Snyder's word in preference to mine, is too much." Had the poor boy but known that Billy Bliss was even then hastening to bear a message of good-will and confidence in him from the "fellows" how greatly his burden of trial would have been lightened.
"Not heaven, perhaps," said Dick, "but the next door to it." "This wuz Dick Snyder's home an' place, colonel," said Reed. "On account uv the gorillers he found it convenient to light out with his folks three or four days ago, but he's come back hisself, an' he's here to he'p welcome you.
"An' there was you, mother, on the stairs kneelin'!" "Guess you had a dream, didn't you?" "No, I didn't." "What'd I be kneelin' on the stairs for, at four o'clock in the mornin', I should like to know?" "It looked like you was brushin' 'em down." "Me brushin' down Snyder's stairs! Well, now what do you think o' that?"
Slade's hall, reception-room, and dining-room, in which a gaily-decked table was set, were thronged with women whose very skirts seemed full of important anticipatory stirs and rustles. Mrs. Snyder's curved smile became set, her eyes absent. She was revolving her lecture in her mind, making sure that she could repeat it without the assistance of the notes in her petticoat pocket.
Hanlon took the bird, and handed it to one of the marines, meanwhile impressing on its mind that it was safe among friends. "Look after her." And withdrew his mind. "She gets good care the rest of her life," the admiral ordered the wondering marines. "Wait outside." Hawarden looked about the room. "Who are these men ... and what in Snyder's name happened to them?"
What can I do with this? he went on, picking up Love in Babylon and weighing it as in a balance. 'What can I do with a thing like this? 'If Carlyle came to Kenilworth Mansions! Henry speculated. At the same time Mr. Snyder's epigrammatic remarks impressed him. He saw the art of Richardson and Balzac in an entirely new aspect.
Rodman's eyes were filled with tears as he answered, "Of course I forgive you, fully and freely, old man. But don't worry about that now. Keep quiet and don't try to talk. We'll soon have you at home, where you'll be all right, and get over this shake-up in no time." A bright smile passed over Snyder's face, and glorified it. Then his eyes closed wearily, never again to be opened in this world.
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