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"Once I heard them having high words about some old man that she had been fleecing, and he said that she had carried the thing too far; and that if she did not keep out of the old man's way, she might get into trouble. I heard the name," putting a forefinger to his forehead and wrinkling his brows; "it was was Verage; 'Old Verage, she called him." "Verage!" "That was the name; I am sure, sir."
And Cora is hurried into a cab, closely followed by old Verage, who chatters his doubtful consolation, and laughs his eldritch laughter, and finally consigns her to prison to answer to a charge of swindling. At last Oakley is rid of its intriguants, its plotters and impostors.
"Doubtless an officer," replied the woman, doggedly. "I might have known you for a sleuth hound who would guard every avenue." "Thanks; you do me honor. I should not have summoned an officer, however; there is some one else waiting anxiously to welcome you there." "Indeed," sarcastically; "who?" "Old Verage." Cora started up in her chair. "For God's sake, what are you?"
Old Verage will be rejoiced to find you here in the city; what then?" "I think he will," said Cora, dryly, "when he does find me. I did not come here in the dark to advertise my arrival." "Bravo, Cora," he patted her hands softly; "wise Cora. You are a credit to your friends, indeed you are, my blonde beauty." She laughed softly; a kittenish, purring laugh.
Lucian, meantime, produced a cigar case, lit a weed, and assuming the attitude and manner she had just abandoned, bade her proceed. "You see," she said, "I did not like the idea of quitting the country because of a little difference of opinion between myself and an old idiot like Verage." "A difference of some thousands out of pocket for him; well, go on." "Just so, comrade mine.
"Not quite enough, or I should not have ventured to inquire of you," said Clarence, calmly. Old Verage tumbled into his chair again. "Then you don't know where she is?" sharply. "What could you do if I put her in your power?" "Lock her up in jail, if I wanted to," fiercely.
Henry had given him a hint that might turn out of much value, for among the patients then on the young doctor's visiting list, was one Verage, old, ugly, and fabulously rich. First of all, Clarence Vaughan called at the Agency which had been decided upon as the best one to entrust with the investigation relative to Mr. Edward Percy.
In exchange, I donned her bonnet and veil, and adopted her rather awkward gait, and so had the satisfaction of seeing, on my return to terra firma, old Verage gazing enraptured after my Paris bonnet and floating veil as it disappeared with my friend, outward bound." "Well, what next? All the world, your world, supposes you now upon the briny deep.
Then he called a carriage and drove straight to the residence of old Samuel Verage. It was early in the day for a professional visit or for a visit of any kind. Nevertheless, Doctor Vaughan was admitted without delay, to the presence of the master of the house. Old Samuel Verage sat in his large, softly-cushioned armchair, in a gorgeously beflowered dressing gown.
Fairest of women, tell me." "It means, Mon Brave, that I did not sail in the Golden Rose; I only sent my hat and veil." "Wonderful woman! Well, thereby hangs a tale, and I listen." "I came back to see " "Not old Verage?" he interrupted, maliciously. "No, hush: he saw me safely on board the Golden Rose very gallant of him, wasn't it?" "Rather yes, considering.
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