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"But we couldna hae done better, Jenny." "Ye couldna hae done warse, deacon. Once the lad asked ye for money, and ye wouldna trust him wi' it; and now ye are in sic a hurry to send him after a wife that he maun neither eat nor sleep. Ye ken which is the maist dangerous. And you, wi' a' your years, to play into auld Strang's hand sae glibly! Deacon, ye hae made a nice mess o' it.
With a rush we might overpower them. The boldness of Ken's suggestion made both men gasp. Strang was the first to speak. 'It's a big risk, but it might work. Are you willing, Captain Carrington? A grim smile parted the lips of Ken's father. 'Willing! It would make me young again. Strang's decision was taken like a flash. 'It goes, then. And I'll lend you a couple of my men as well.
"I'll try, uncle. Ask Jenny to go and see the children." "'Deed she shall go; she'll be fain to do it. Let them come and stay wi' me till their mother is mair able to look after them." Jenny heard the story that night with a dour face. She could have said some very bitter things about Deacon Strang's daughter, but in consideration of her sickness she forbore.
He turned away with another bow to the councilor and hastened in the direction of Strang's office. "So that is the gentleman who thinks he is going to put a bullet through me!" exclaimed Nathaniel when the officer had gone beyond hearing. He laughed, and there was a kind of wild expectant joy in his voice. "Obadiah, can you not make arrangements for him to go with me alone?"
He wants somebody to look after Pamela, and set him free for his hobbies. He'll very soon find out that this woman fills the part, and that, if he marries her, he'll get a classical secretary besides. Mrs. Strang's voice a deep husky voice interposed. 'Miss Bremerton's not a woman to be married against her will, that you may be sure of, Alice.
"You are very beautiful, Madge." He paused, then added drily, "The rest is obvious. I fancy Rex Strang's arms won't remain long empty. Good-bye." "Grant...." she said, almost whispered, and in her voice was all the speech that needs not words for understanding. He gave a nasty little laugh. "I just wanted to show you I wasn't such a bad sort. Coals of fire, you know." "Grant...."
It was a moment before he knew that it had been successful, before the film cleared from his eyes and he saw Strang groveling at his feet; another moment and he had hurled himself on the prophet. His fist shot out like a hammer against Strang's jaw. Again and again he struck until the great shaggy head fell back limp.
Arthur Chicksands stood some time that evening waiting on the doorstep of Mrs. Strang's small house, in one of the old streets of Westminster. 'No servants, I suppose, he said to himself with resignation. But it was bitterly cold, and he was relieved to hear at last the sound of a voice and a girl's laugh inside.
So I resolved, on my next return from Adam Strang's experiences, whenever it might be, that I should, immediately, I on resuming consciousness, concentrate upon what visions and memories. I had brought back of chess playing. As luck would have it, I had to endure Oppenheimer's chaffing for a full month ere it happened.
"Ah, Nat, you are a noble fellow!" he cried, rubbing his hands in his old tireless way. "You would not betray pretty little Winn, eh? And who do you suppose told Winnsome to give you this note?" "Strang's wife." "Yea, even so. And it was she who set my old legs a-running for you, my boy. Come, let us move!"
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