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Westcott's Incarnation and Common Life, 1893, contains utterances of weight. Peabody, in his book, Jesus Christ and the Social Question, 1905, has given, on the whole, the best résumé of the discussion.
She crossed over and rested her hands on his arm. "Sure; I was only guying Ned it's a shirt-waist for me. I'll play the game, old man." Westcott's purpose in visiting the La Rosita mine was a rather vague one.
Love wouldn' keep sweet without it was pickled in brine. He! he! he! By George! David Sawney was delighted with the news that Albert Charlton and Smith Westcott had quarreled. "Westcott's run of luck in that quarter's broke. When a feller has a run of luck right along, and they comes a break, 'ts all up with him. Broke luck can't be spliced. It's David Sawney's turn now.
Ethel laughed, and while reading would stop every now and then to explain. Then Ethel answered: "I have joined Miss Westcott's Camp Fire Girls, and if you believe it, Mamma goes with me. She doesn't like it, but she's a great help to me and to the girls, for she teaches them so much. She's consistent and it will take her some time to overcome her prejudices.
It does not stand of course in comparison with Peter Westcott's later period and yet it has a note that his hand never captured afterwards.
And then, too, it was known that Albert had been very anxious to get away, and that he wanted to get away before Westcott did. And that everything depended on which should get a land-warrant first. What more natural than that Charlton should seize upon Smith Westcott's land-warrant, and thus help himself and retard his rival?
It goes without saying that I am very glad, too," responded the proprietor of the place. His thin face flushed a little as he greeted the others, and his eyes, like Westcott's, dwelt a trifle longer on the face of one of the party than on any of the others.
But about the time that Smith Westcott's contest about the claim was ripening to a trial, the war between the two villages was becoming more and more interesting.
He found nothing to reward his search whoever the coward had been, he had disappeared among the rocks, vanishing completely in the black night. The fellow had not even waited to learn the effect of his shot. He had fired pointblank into the lighted room, sighting at Westcott's head, and then ran, assured no doubt the speeding bullet had gone straight to the mark.
He crossed over to the bar. "Where's Bill?" he asked. "Back there," and the dispenser of drinks inclined his head toward a door at the rear. "Go on in." The fellow's manner was civil enough, yet Westcott's teeth set with a feeling that he was about to face an emergency. Yet there was no other way; he must make Lacy talk.
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