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Once Starrett had motored up officiously to bully Wherry into coming back to him. Carl smiled. Starrett had stumbled back to his waiting motor with a broken rib and a bruised and swollen face. Starrett was a coward he would not come again. Carl glanced again at Wherry. It was a man who walked beside him to-night. The battle was over.
"Get out," he said collectively. "I'm tired." Starrett rose, sneering. There had been a subtle change to-night in his customary attitude of parasitic good-fellowship. "I'm tired, too!" he exclaimed viciously. "Tired of your infernal whims and insults. You're as full of inconsistencies as a lunatic.
"A touch of neuralgia," she managed to answer. "Too many late hours," warned Mrs. Starrett reprovingly. "I'm afraid so," said Mrs. Strong. "As soon as I've paid my check we'll go." "I'm perfectly all right now," said Jane, controlling herself with effort, though her face was still white. The danger that she had feared had passed for the present at least.
I knew you would," said her mysterious questioner, turning on his heel and vanishing speedily as if afraid to give her an opportunity of reconsidering. Puzzled beyond measure not only at the man's strange conduct but even more at her own compliance with his request, Jane made her way slowly and thoughtfully to the Ritz, where she found her mother and Mrs. Starrett had already arrived.
Carl laughed, a singularly musical laugh with a note of mockery in it. "Who," he demanded elaborately, "who ever heard of a treasonous barnacle before? A barnacle, Starrett, adheres and adheres, parasite to the end as long as there's liquid, even as you adhered while the ship was keeled in gold. Nevertheless, you're right. I'm all of what you say and more that you haven't brains enough to fathom.
The facts show that this murder had been long in agitation; that it was not a new proposition on the 2d of April; that it had been contemplated for five or six weeks. Richard Crowninshield was at Wenham in the latter part of March, as testified by Starrett. Frank Knapp was at Danvers in the latter part of February, as testified by Allen.
William Starrett and other Republicans on the platform. Laing's Hall was packed with Irishmen and when he first mentioned woman suffrage all of them hissed, but after he pointed out the absurdity of letting the negroes vote and shutting out their own mothers and wives, the tide turned and they cheered for the women. The next meeting was at Lawrence, and here Mr.
She had been debating with herself whether or not to confide to her mother the story of the tragic tableau of which she had been an accidental witness, when Mrs. Strong had dashed into her bedroom to give her a hurried peck on the cheek and to say that she was off to luncheon and the matinée with Mrs. Starrett. "You're not looking well to-day, dear," her mother had said.
A sparkling essence of tears and jest, of romance and passion and war and grotesquerie, of treachery and irony and blood and death, whose temper no man may know until he tests it through the alchemy of his brain and soul!" To Starrett it gave a heavy courtesy; to Payson a mad buffoonery; to Wherry pathos; to Carl himself ah! there was the rub!
With his ready gallantry, habitually colored by a subtle sex-mockery, Carl rose, drew a chair for her and leaned against the mantel, smiling. "I'm sorry," said he civilly, "I'm sorry Starrett so far forgot himself." "So am I," said Diane. "Bacchanalian tableaus are not at all to my liking." "Nor mine," admitted Carl.
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