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Translated, they meant that the Honourable Adam B. Hunt has no chance for the nomination, but that the crafty Messrs. Botcher and Bascom are inducing him to think that he has by making a supreme effort. The supreme effort is represented by six thousand dollars. "Are you going to lie down under that?" Mr. Tooting demanded, forgetting himself in his zeal for reform and Mr. Crewe. But Mr.
I've been around the State, and I know the sentiment. We've got 'em licked, right now. What have you got against it? You're on our side, Aust." "Ham," said Austen, "are you sure you have the names and addresses of those twenty prominent citizens right, so that any voter may go out and find 'em?" "What are you kidding about, Aust?" retorted Mr. Tooting, biting back the smile again.
Crewe, as he seized the steering wheel a few moments later, "just drop a line to Austen Vane, will you, and tell him I want to see him up here within a day or two. Make an appointment. It has occurred to me that he might be very useful." Mr. Tooting stood on the driveway watching the cloud of dust settle on the road below.
Tooting, and in the strong light of the righteousness of that eye reproaches failed him. "But there's a whole lot of 'em can be seen, right now, while the ballots are being taken. It won't be decided on the next ballot." "Mr. Tooting," said Mr. Crewe, indubitably proving that he had the qualities of a leader if such proof were necessary, "go back to the convention.
"What!" shrieked Gluck, "lay aside my 'Orpheus' for one of Hasse's puny operas? Never! My opera is almost complete. It needs but one last aria to stand out before the world in all its fulness of perfection, and shall I suffer it to be laid aside to give place to one of his tooting, jingling performances? No, no. My 'Orpheus' shall not retire before Hasse's pitiful jeremiades.
Flint's who asked the hypocritical question, "Who is Humphrey Crewe?" Tooting, who only sleeps six hours these days. We shall see it presently, when it emerges from that busy hive at Wedderburn. Wedderburn was a hive, sure enough.
The Honourable Hilary faced about quickly. "Yes, if you've got any spare time." "I'll go to your room at half-past nine to-night, if that's convenient." "All right," said the Honourable Hilary, starting up the stairs. Austen turned, and found Mr. Hamilton Tooting at his elbow. Mr.
"I think I shall be safe in promising that, Ham," said Austen. "When there's anything in the wind, you generally find it out first." "There's trouble coming for the railroad," said Mr. Tooting. "I can see that. And I guess you saw it before I did." "They say a ship's about to sink when the rats begin to leave it," said Austen. Although Austen spoke smilingly, Mr. Tooting looked pained.
If anything's up, give me the tip, that's all I ask." Reflecting on the singular character of Mr. Tooting, Austen sought the Gaylords' headquarters, and found them at the furthermost end of the building from the Railroad Room. The door was opened by young Tom himself, whose face became wreathed in smiles when he saw who the visitor was. "It's Austen!" he cried.
Yejiro and I fell to congratulating each other, with some fervor, on our change of conveyance, and each time we spoke, the boy whisked round in his seat and cried out, with a knowing wag of his head, "I tell you, it's fast, a basha! He!" and then as suddenly whisked back again, and fell to tooting with renewed vigor, like one who had been momentarily derelict in duty.
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