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Thoburn won the losing pool on Thursday and Friday he didn't want to lose weight, but he was compelled to under the circumstances. And I think worry helped him to it. They fussed some still about sleeping with the windows open, especially the bald-headed men. However, the bishop, who had been bald for thirty years, was getting a fine down all over the top of his head, and this encouraged the rest.
"If you take my advice, Mr. Thoburn, you'll go back to town. You can get all the tobacco you want there and you're wasting your time here." I leaned on my broom and looked down at him, but he was stretching out his foot and painfully working his ankle up and down. "Am I?" he asked, looking at his foot. "Well, don't count on it too much, Minnie.
He took my arm and turned me toward the house. I was dazed. "In answer to your urgent inquiry," Mr. Thoburn called after me, disagreeably, "Mr. Moody has not died. He is asleep. But, by the way, where's the spring water?" I didn't answer him; I couldn't. We went into the house; Mrs. Moody and Miss Cobb were sitting on the stairs. Mrs.
Thoburn said, his nose was always cold in winter, and nature never did anything for IT. Mr. von Inwald was still there, and not troubling himself to be agreeable to any but the Jennings family. He and Mr. Pierce carefully avoided each other, but I knew well enough that only policy kept them apart. Both of them, you see, were working for something.
Stitt was in bed with a mustard leaf over his stomach and ice on his head, and didn't know whether it was night or morning. But Thoburn was going around with a watch in his hand, and Mr. Sam was for killing him and burying the body in the snow. At half past five I just about gave up.
I'm fond of Alan Pierce, for one thing, and I don't care to see a sanatorium that might have been the child of my solicitude kidnaped and reared as a summer hotel by Papa Thoburn. A good fat man is very, very good, Minnie, but when he is bad he is horrid." "It's too late," I objected feebly. "He can't get it now." "Can't he!" She got up and yawned, stretching.
Thoburn was there, of course, pretending to read the paper, but every now and then he looked at his watch, and once he got up and paced off the lobby, putting down the length in his note-book. I didn't need a mind-reader to tell me he was figuring the cost of a new hardwood floor and four new rugs. Mr. Sam came to the news stand, and he was so nervous he could hardly light a cigarette.
Pierce had gone to bed, or pretended to throw them off the track and Thoburn had locked him in! Thoburn hadn't taken any chances. He knew the influence Mr. Pierce had over them all, and he and his champagne and tin cans had to get in their work before Mr. Pierce had another chance at them. I had no time to wonder how Miss Summers knew I was in the pantry.
"I've heard considerable tidings lately, and not much of it has cheered me up any." He leaned over and ran his fingers up through his hair. "You know, Miss Minnie," he said, "somebody ought kindly to kill our friend Thoburn, or he'll come to a bad end." "Shall I do it, or will you?" I said, filling up the chewing-gum jar.
As afterward appeared, this attack was made in the belief that all of my troops but Crook's had gone to Petersburg. From this demonstration there ensued near Hupp's Hill a bitter skirmish between Kershaw and Thoburn, and the latter was finally compelled to withdraw to the north bank of Cedar Creek.
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