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Updated: June 4, 2025
With his disappearance, the solitary door in the prison walls which kept J.M. remote from his fellows swung shut. He looked so hopelessly dull and becalmed after this that the president was moved to force on him a little outing. Stopping one day with his touring-car at the door of the library, he fairly swept the sedentary little man off his feet and out to the machine.
Then came a sharp turn, and the senator's son slowed down still more. The touring-car skidded a distance of several feet, and all held their breath, wondering if they would go down into a small gully, or waterway, that lined the road on one side. But in another moment that danger was past, and all breathed more freely. But almost immediately a fresh peril confronted them.
I yelled to the others. Mrs. Chilvers and Miss Dangerfield instantly obeyed, but Mrs. Harding was too terrified to comprehend my orders. Her eyes were fixed on her husband, and she neither saw nor heard me. There was not a second to lose. I swung that heavy touring-car in a backward curve, so as to face the fence over which Mr. Harding had climbed. Turning on full speed I headed for it.
Her face still wore the same cold, contemptuous smile, as Kennedy gently withdrew a sharp scalpel from her breast. "Perhaps it is best this way, after all," he said simply. A big, powerful, red touring-car, with a shining brass bell on the front of it, was standing at the curb before our apartment late one afternoon as I entered.
Hastily thanking him, Mary listened a moment for coming footsteps, then called up Oatley Crest. To her disappointment a maid answered her. The family had all gone to take dinner with the James Oatleys, and would not be home until late at night. No, she did not know where the place was some twenty miles away she thought. They had gone in a touring-car.
Clark decided to run out in his touring-car. It was not a long ride something over twenty-five miles but to Thornton, unaccustomed to the luxury of a modern automobile, the journey was one of unalloyed delight. "It is like riding in a sitting-room on wheels, isn't it?" he murmured with a sigh of satisfaction. "Some day you will be having a car of your own, Thornton," Mr. Clark said, smiling.
The small plotter's eyes were dancing when she slipped her hand under his arm. In a career which had not been entirely devoid of excitement, Mrs. Honoria had rarely found men difficult. But this particular young man was proving himself to be the easiest among many. At the garage Blount asked for the family touring-car, more than half-expecting to be told that his father had taken it.
More than once she had witnessed quarrels in the alleyway behind the Circuit, where pestiferous youths of Wharton's caliber were frequent visitors. But Mr. "I'm glad you did. I left him asleep outside my dressing-room last night, and I almost hoped he'd caught pneumonia." Beside the curb a heavy touring-car was purring, and into this Merkle helped his companion.
It is my good fortune to have a friend whose whim it is to support a touring-car, chiefly in innocuous idleness.
"Some rain, believe me!" It was Dave who uttered the remark, as the touring-car commenced the long and dangerous descent of Sugar Hill. A sheet of water was dashing against the wind-shield, which had been raised as high as possible. "I wish it was driving the other way," answered Roger, who was peering forward. "It covers the glass so I can hardly see." "Better take it slow," suggested Dave.
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