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"Not so much as a shred of his breechclout," said Strong, "nor of any other Indian nearer than a mile away, and they were running for the rocks. It was too dark to do any trailing." But for the shot that killed Willett's horse, and the tremendous tales of the courier scouts, Strong would have been inclined to say there were not a dozen Indians in the north valley.
There was a police car in front of Gert's when Wilson dropped him off after work. "What's happening?" Patrick asked. "You staying here?" "Yes." "Name, please." The cop wrote his name down in a small notebook. "Mrs. Willett's been taken to the hospital," he said. "Oh, no," Patrick said. "Sick. Heart attack, maybe," the cop said. "Where is the hospital?" "Kingston." "Damn," Patrick said.
Burtis, Courtenay, and Fowler were out twice a week at least. Then Mr. Willett's beautiful team reappeared, and presently Mr. Willett himself, and he had brought still another step from the distant sea-shore. It is only the first step that counts, and Mira had taken that. Mrs. Leonard thought she was learning another.
And, in the present case, he knew that Willett's words had driven the challenge home. Jimmy was not the man to sit still under the charge of being a fakir, no matter whether his accuser had been sober or drunk. Jimmy, meanwhile, had produced whiskey and cigars. Now, he was lying on his back on the lounge, blowing smoke-rings at the ceiling. "Well?" said Arthur Mifflin, at length. "Well, what?"
Down in the depths of his heart he believed that Willett had planned this "coup" for his especial mortification, and down to the tip of his toes he longed to kick him for it, whereas in Willett's exuberant self-gratulation, the one thought at the moment was really a "Rejoice with me." That other men should envy was, of course, to be expected.
But these earnest, honest, inexperienced two the whole-hearted army wife who had lived well-nigh quarter of a century in the undivided sunshine of an honest soldier's love, and this sweet, simple-hearted army girl who had never dreamed of or thought to know any love to compare with this listened, spellbound, to Willett's almost eloquent avowal, and the last doubt or fear that Mrs.
As I paused in a corner of the room my eye fell upon Nancy's father. McAlery Willett's elation seemed even greater than Ham's. With a gardenia in his frock-coat and a glass of champagne in his hand he went from group to group; and his familiar laughter, which once had seemed so full of merriment and fun, gave me to-day a somewhat scandalized feeling.
Willett's camp, and some facts and statistics I've picked up. I thought it might make an attractive feature of your Sunday edition." "The Events," said Mr. Witherby, solemnly, "does not publish a Sunday edition!" "Of course not," answered Bartley, inwardly cursing his blunder, "I mean your Saturday evening supplement." He handed him his manuscript. Mr.
Oh, he had shown a game, sportsman-like front, and had striven to pass it all off as a matter that worried him not in the least, but Craney, clear-headed, believed otherwise, and Case, muddle-headed as he was by noon, knew better, and had his reasons for knowing reasons as potent as were those that moved him wholly to ignore Willett's half-proffered hand.
Davies, to whom "Phaeton" Willett's devotion was now the talk of all. It was just at this time, too, that there came to Braska a middle-aged lawyer with all the ear-marks of the soldier about him, including a white seam along his cheek that told of a close call his intimates knew to have occurred at Spottsylvania.
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