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"Weally, Stawms," he squeaked, "if you've twapped the old curmudgeon you must stwip him for his last dime, don't y' know! I wemembah a song my governor used to sing; he said it was his motto. The song wan like this: "'When you catch a black cat, skin it, skin it! When you catch a black cat, skin it to the tail!
Fopling's ears pricked up a flicker of interest and he betrayed symptoms of being about to speak. "Stow-wy!" exclaimed Mr. Fopling thoughtfully, as though identifying that nobleman, while Bess and Richard looked on as do folk who behold a miracle, "Stow-wy! I say, Stawms, why don't you go into Wall Stweet and bweak the beggah? He's always gambling, don't y' know!
"Weally, I shall need all the couwage my fwiends can give me. And you know, Stawms, I stood by you." Mrs. Hanway-Harley supposed the happy ones were to take the B. & O. for New York; Richard explained that they would have a boat. "In fact," said Richard, "the captain has just sent me word that the yacht is anchored off the Navy Yard, awaiting our going aboard." "Yacht?" said Mrs. Hanway-Harley.
Hanway-Harley, deluded by his elegant reserve, over which was thrown just an aroma of the military, addressed him as Captain Burleigh of the English legation. Mr. Sands of all who were there was probably the one most coolly composed; being in profound contrast to Mr. Fopling, whose eye was glassy and whose cheek was ashes. "Stawms," whispered Mr.
"Governor Obstinate is a patriot, and an able man. He will call to his Cabinet safe men true advisers. The nation could not be in purer hands." Bess made Dorothy promise to have Richard back for her own wedding in October; Mr. Fopling gave Richard a pleading glance as though he himself would require support on that occasion. "Stawms, don't fail me," said Mr. Fopling.
Bess reported Dorothy's spirits as improved; those rays of comfort emanating from Richard's promises had put a color in her cheek. "The promises have been redeemed," observed Richard, "and I came to tell you first of all you who have been our truest friend," and here, to the utter outrage of Mr. Fopling's sensibilities, Richard kissed Bess's yellow hair. "Oh, I say, Stawms!" squeaked Mr.
It's simply awful, they say, for a chap to be bwoke. As for this Stow-wy, if Stawms hasn't got the money to go aftah him, I'll let him have some of mine. You see, Bess," concluded Mr. Fopling, with a broad candor that proved his love, "I hate this cweature Stow-wy." "Why?" asked Richard, somewhat interested in his unexpected ally. "He spoke dewisively of me," and with that Mr. Fopling lapsed.
Fopling a fraternal grip with his mighty hand. He would be to Mr. Fopling as was Jonathan to David. It should be back to back and heel to heel with them against Ajax, Bess, and all the world! The violent loyalty of Richard alarmed Mr. Fopling; he threw in a word of caution. "You mustn't be weckless, Stawms." Bess came back from the Harley house, and found Richard with Mr. Fopling.
"Yes, Stawms, use my name as fweely as you please; but I pwotest against letting up on this old cweature Harley." "But, my dear boy," observed Richard, "you must consider! Mr. Harley is to be my father-in-law, he's Dorothy's father." Mr. Fopling declined to consider what he called a "technicality." Mr. Harley must be squeezed. "Weally, Stawms," said Mr.
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