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'But I've postponed publication of the Q. C. for a month. In his letters Mr. Snyder always referred to A Question of Cubits as the Q. C. 'What on earth for? exclaimed Henry. He was not pleased. In strict truth, no one of his innumerable admirers was more keenly anxious for the appearance of that book than Henry himself. His appetite for notoriety and boom grew by what it fed on.
After Henry had deciphered this invitation, he gave a glance at the page as a whole, which had the air of having been penned by Planchette in a state of violent hysteria, and he said to himself: 'It's exactly like Snyder, that is. He's a clever chap. He knows what he's up to. As to my choosing Onions Winter, yes, of course it was due to him. Henry was simple, but he was not a fool.
They were glad of the chance to learn from him all the particulars of what had happened up the road during the great storm, and plied him with questions. In spite of their friendliness, and of his recent resolution, Rod could not help feeling some uneasiness at the sight of Snyder Appleby sauntering down the platform and stepping aboard the train just as it started.
Nor did the fact that he was still outside the rings known as literary circles injure that self-esteem in the slightest degree; by a curious trick of nature it performed the same function as the press-cuttings and the correspondence. Mark Snyder said: 'Keep yourself to yourself. Don't be interviewed. Don't do anything except write.
Snyder certainly was very pale, and was clutching the arms of his seat as though to keep himself from being flung to the floor during the frightful lurchings of the car as it spun around curves. "But isn't it middling dangerous to run so fast?" asked the sheriff, as the terrific speed seemed to increase. "Not so very," answered the Conductor.
He had to be an able man and a nimble-witted man. Mere piety might shine in the prayer-meeting, in the class-room, at the quarterly love-feast, but not in the Sabbath-school. I remember once when Brother Butler was away they set John Snyder to teach us.
Snyder, and wired Teddy that I'll arrive early to-morrow. She spoke in an extremely matter-of-fact tone, as though there were no such things as love and ecstasy in the world, as though to indicate that in her opinion life was no joke, after all. 'And what about me? said Henry.
So we eliminate Harlem. "Therefore I conclude that Mrs. Snyder has not moved very far away. On this torn piece of card you see the word 'Left, the letter 'C, and the number '12. Now, I happen to know that No. 12 Avenue C is a first-class boarding house, far beyond your sister's means as we suppose. But then I find this piece of a theatre programme, crumpled into an odd shape.
Amos seized the excited barber before he could move, for he knew how Hardy would break the sad news to the poor mother, and did not intend she should suffer more than was absolutely necessary. "Here is Master Revere!" he said, with a sigh of relief, as he struggled to prevent the apprentice from leaving him. "He is the one who should speak to Mrs. Snyder, not you, Hardy.
Snyder, a map of the valley of the Sacramento, and several other engravings, very spirited in design and execution. MR. GEORGE STEPHENS, author of the "Manuscripts of Erdely," has been struck by ill health and reduced to poverty, and an amateur play has been prepared for his benefit at the Soho Theater. He wrote "The Vampire," "Montezuma," and "Martinuzzi."
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