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The end rails of the dumping track were fairly above him. Gordon heard the yell of terror and witnessed the frenzied efforts of the doomed man to rise and get out of the path of the impending torrent. Whereupon the murder devil whispered in his ear again. Farley's foot was caught in one of the many scars or seams in the lava bed.
None saw the ripples on the apparently serene surface, except, perhaps, one pair of black eyes which, always spying, never missed anything. Annie guessed her mistress' thoughts, but was shrewd enough to hold her tongue. The negress, promoted from the rank of maid of all work at Mrs. Farley's establishment, had been elevated to the dignity of lady's maid.
No, don't freeze me again it's the last time. If I could have won your love ... but what is the use of trying to put it in words; you know you have always known. And now it is too late." For a single instant Vincent Farley's chance of marrying the Deer Trace coal lands trembled in the balance.
It wasn't such a very hard blow but it landed on the tip of Farley's nose. With a yell of rage Farley made a dive at his lighter opponent. "Time!" In his rage Farley tried to strike after that call, but Dave bounded to one side. Then, turning his back, Darrin walked away to where Dan and Midshipman Rollins awaited him.
So the mere occurrence of John Farley's name helps us to write the history of the book from within a hundred years of its making until the present day. Procured by Grosseteste some time before 1254, it passes to Oxford, and remains there till the Grey Friar's Convent is dissolved by Henry VIII. Then there is a gap of a generation at most.
It was on the fourth Sunday in the month that Ardea rose early and went fasting to the communion service at St. John's-in-Paradise. Primarily, St. John's was merely the religious factor in Mr. Duxbury Farley's scheme of country-colony promotion, and for the greater part of the year its silver-toned bell was silent and its appeal was mainly to the artistic eye. But latterly St.
He forced his pony up beside the trader's pinto while the basket cage was yet several feet overhead. "See here, Slade," he said, "you've given me a rough deal. But we're both white men. We can't permit Cochise to have Farley's girls. That is unthinkable. I'll agree to forget the snake. Give me my rifle and we'll go through with our bargain." "Like hell we will!" growled the trader.
"To Farley's room," answered Dave Darrin coolly. "Do you suppose he's there?" "He was, a few moments ago" Dan answered. "Then let us hope he is now." Carrying himself with his most erect and military air, Darrin stepped down the corridor, Dalzell keeping exactly at his side. The chums arrived before the door of the room in which Farley was lodged.
He beheld Belle Meade, seated at the side, while Farley bent over her in an inviting attitude. Darrin quickly reached the scene. Belle saw him coming, just in time to refrain from taking Farley's arm. "You won't mind this time, will you, Farl?" Dave asked, smiling. "I had given you up," said Belle, as they moved away together in the dance. "Of course Dan told you what had delayed me."
That bubble is too huge for this pen to prick; besides, its bursting might devastate a world. But if we may not probe too deeply into primal causes, we may still be regardful of the effects. Mr. Farley's bid for public sympathy was not without results.
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