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Darrell is a mineralogist." At dinner Darrell found himself too excited to eat, so overjoyed was he at the discovery of attainments he had not dreamed he possessed, and so eager to put them to every test possible. It had been Mr. Underwood's intention to visit the mines that afternoon, but at Darrell's urgent request, they went first to the mill. Here he found ample scope for his abilities.
An excellent presentation, I must say terse, succinct, unequivocal " he raised his hand "but generously unequivocal, you understand. You should have heard the ovation they nearly went wild! And the look on Underwood's face! Worth waiting twenty years for." "And the reporters," snapped Phillip. "Don't forget the reporters." He whirled on the small dark man sitting quietly in the corner.
I remembered gasping, struggling, fighting for life, with an awful sensation of being sunk in a gulf of blackness. I fancied I heard Lillian Underwood's voice in a piercing scream. Then I knew nothing more. The next thing I remember was a voice. "There, she's coming out of it.
I think I would like to take a look at the Bird Mine! I think I would like to make Mr. Underwood's acquaintance!" Whitcomb laughed exultingly. "I'll give you an opportunity to do both if you'll stop over," he said; "and don't you forget that my uncle can give you some pointers on the Ajax, for he knows every mine in the State." Mr. Hunter here handed the slip of paper to Whitcomb.
Froggatt, an old-fashioned tradesman, with a profound feeling for a real gentleman, was a good deal shocked at receiving Mr. Underwood's message.
He had actually gone down to Hendon to offer himself as a husband to the breeches-maker's daughter. It is true he had hitherto escaped in that quarter also, or, at any rate, had not as yet committed himself. But the train of incidents and thoughts which had induced him to think seriously of marrying Polly, had made him aware that he could not propose marriage to Sir Thomas Underwood's daughter.
"Never doubt Mr. Underwood's kindness of heart towards yourself. If I had any part in that affair, it was only to indicate the channel in which that kindness should flow." Together they talked of the strange course of events which had finally brought him and the work for which he was especially adapted together. "Do you know," said Mr.
Ferdinand Travis came in, but had only time for a greeting and a hasty meal, before Mr. Underwood's carriage came round; and, nothing loth, he gave a lift to the Mexican millionaire to the station with him and Edgar. So, for the last time, had all the thirteen been at home together.
"And he laughed at the rain on his wet, wet cloak," went on the voice of the singer. Mary Underwood's singing there in the rain made her seem near and likeable as she had seemed to him when he was a barefoot boy. "John Telfer was wrong about her," he thought. She turned and faced him. Tiny streams of water ran from her hair down across her cheeks.
Underwood's sudden move had disarmed them; there had been no opportunity for a conference with their leaders, with the result that they acted more in accordance with their own individual instincts, and the loss of work for which they would have cared little in the event of a strike was now uppermost in their minds.
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