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Harnden was indulging his consistent selfishness; he hated to be worried by the troubles of others; others' woes placed brambles on the pathway of his optimism. "Tasper, you have certainly jumped the Harnden family jumped us complete! You can't expect a girl to get her voice back right away. But I suppose it's up to me to speak for the family." Vaniman stepped into the center of the room.
When he met her stare again they were moved by a common impulse mirth; mirth that was born out of their mutual amazement and was baptized by the tears that their merriment squeezed from their eyes. "I am not laughing at Tasper Britt," he gasped, checking his hilarity. "I would not laugh at any man who falls in love with you, Vona. I am laughing at the idea of Tasper Britt writing poetry.
On a broad band of cloth that once had been white, reaching from shoulder to waist, diagonally across his breast, were the words, "The Light of the World." Tasper Britt surveyed him with venomous gaze as he advanced.
The attitude of Tasper Britt, who kept by himself in his own office; who offered not one word of suggestion or explanation or consolation; who surveyed Vaniman, when the two met at the tavern, with the reproachful stare of the benefactor who had been betrayed Britt's attitude was sufficiently significant. Vaniman was waiting to see what Britt would do in the crisis that was approaching.
In the name of Heaven, Billy Tasper, isn't there some man in this state big enough, broad enough, honest enough to get between the fools who are threatening this thing?" "He doesn't seem to be in sight at any rate, just now." She paused in her walk, hesitated, and then blurted, "What part is Stewart Morrison playing in all this?" "I see you have some news about him, too!" Mr.
I tell you now, as I have told you before, that if Tasper Britt had come out with the whole truth Frank would not be in prison. You must not expect that I will sit at table with a man who has so persecuted my husband!" She hesitated a moment before she spoke the last word. She caressed it with loving inflection. A moment later her cheeks were burning hotly.
Lana did not disclose the fact that she had suggested to the mayor, in a way, the rabble as Morrison's probable destination, and that he had agreed with her. "And a fine chance he has of being let inside the State House," Tasper went on, with conviction, "after the attitude he has taken in regard to the administration!" "He may be there, nevertheless!"
I don't blame you for being interested." It was plain that the colonel entertained no mean opinion of himself and his projects. "All is, Vaniman, I hope your making a two-ring affair of it hasn't taken the attention of the folks off the main show." "It has only added to the general effect," affirmed the Squire. "It's a clincher. Folks don't care now because Tasper Britt is awake.
"I have been worried about my home in the past when I have had to be absent on my business. We have Tasper in the house now. And he will not only guard and protect, but he will pay as he goes. I may not go far or stay long. Just let it stand that way. Tell inquiring friends that. I'll keep you posted. You know what my business is; it takes me here it takes me there."
For a moment, sick with horror and unutterable woe, she stood there alone against the tawdry curtain, as wide-eyed and white-faced as Tragedy's muse. Men, women, and children, all the folks of Egypt, were struggling to their feet; the sliding settees squawked and clattered. She saw Tasper Britt, fighting a path for himself, Starr following. Britt's face, above his blackened beard, was yellow-pale.
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