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The senator took one hand from his pocket. "How be you?" he said. Mr. Bixby was once more pulling down on his shoulder. "H-haow was it here?" he demanded. "Almighty funny," answered Senator Hartington, sadly, and waved at the lobby. "There wahn't standin' room in the place." "Jethro Bass Republican Club come and packed the entrance," explained Mr. Bixby with a wink. "You understand, Will?
Where was that Gamaliel who had been such a warm partisan in the postoffice that morning? "Saw him outside the hall wahn't but ten minutes ago," said Deacon Hartington, sadly; "thought he was a-comin' in." Eight o'clock came, and no Mr. Ives; ten minutes past fifteen minutes past. If the truth must be told, Mr.
"I've knowed him ever sense we was boys," said Mr. Bixby; "you saw how intimate we was. When he wants a thing done, he says, 'Bije, you go out and get 'em. Never counts the cost. He was nice to you wahn't he, Will?" And then Mr. Bixby leaned over and whispered in Mr. Wetherell's ear; "He knows you understand he knows." "Knows what?" demanded Mr. Wetherell. Mr.
"Like storekeepin'?" Jethro asked presently, perceiving that he did not continue his work. "A man must live, Mr. Bass," said Wetherell; "I had to leave the city for my health. I began life keeping store," he added, "but I little thought I should end it so." "Given to book-l'arnin' then, wahn't you?" Jethro remarked.
Jenney, hospitably; "you'll get wet. Look out, Austen, there's a lady comin'. Why, it's Miss Flint!" Victoria knew that her face must be on fire. She felt Austen Vane's quick glance upon her, but she did not dare look to the right or left as she drove into the barn. There seemed no excuse for any other course. "How be you?" said Mr. Jenney; "kind of lucky you happened along here, wahn't it?
Meader, apologetically, "that was stupid of me wahn't it? But I callated he'd know. She's the daughter of the railrud president the 'one that was askin' about you." There was an instant's pause, and the colour stole into Victoria's cheeks. Then she glanced at Austen and bit her lip-and laughed. Her laughter was contagious.
"Wahn't it charity." "It was friendship, Jethro. You ought to have known that, and you should not have brought back the book." "Friendship," he repeated, "y-you said friendship?" "Yes." "M-meant friendship?" "Yes," said Cynthia, but more faintly, and yet with a certain delicious fright as she glanced at him shyly. Surely there had never been a stranger man! Now he was apparently in a revery.
"This Airley's smart wahn't quite smart enough, though. His bright idea come a little mite late. Hunted up old Christy, got the key to his law office right here in the Duncan Block, went up through the skylight, clumb down to the roof of Randall's store next door, shinned up the lightnin' rod on t'other side, and stuck his head plump into the Opery House window." "I want to know!" ejaculated Mr.
"They'll be surprised some, and disappointed some," said Lem, cheerily; "they was kind of plannin' a little celebration when you come back, Will you and Cynthy. Amandy Hatch was a-goin' to bake a cake, and the minister was callatin' to say some word of welcome. Wahn't goin' to be anything grand jest homelike. But you was right to come if you was tuckered. I guess Cynthy fetched you.
Williams of Devon, a town adjoining Mercer. "I used to think railrud gov'ment wahn't so bad until I come to the House this time," remarked a stocky member from Oxford; "it's sheer waste of money for the State to pay a Legislature. They might as well run things from the New York office you know that."
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