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As the old saying goes: 'Nothing ventured, nothing gained." "But wouldn't you rather venture on the right side?" "You want me to come to terms; is that it?" "We do. We can make it worth your while, if you will help us and help bring the Baxters to justice. Do you know that Arnold Baxter is an escaped convict, who got out of a New York prison on a forged pardon?"
Baxter, as the two women walked beneath the yews that morning after breakfast. "He said he didn't mind." Maggie did not speak. She had come out just as she was, hatless, but had caught up a spud that stood in the hall, and at that instant had stopped to destroy a youthful plantain that had established himself with infinite pains on the slope of the path.
"I should think," said Euphemia, "if you like each other so much that you would have exchanged visits in America, or, at least, have corresponded." "Oh, it is a very different thing at home," I said; "but here it is delightful to meet an old school friend like Baxter. He is coming to see us this evening." That evening Baxter came.
Jimmy hastened to explain his presence. "I'm only going because of May and Fanny. I don't care a straw about Quisanté," he said, "although I'm loyal to the party, of course." "I'm not a party man," observed the Dean. How should he be, when both parties contemptuously showed his dear Crusade the door? "I want Sir Winterton to win," said Mrs. Baxter with mild firmness.
Samuel Rutherford, the author of the seraphic Letters, was born in the south of Scotland in the year of our Lord 1600. Thomas Goodwin was born in England in the same year, Robert Leighton in 1611, Richard Baxter in 1615, John Owen in 1616, John Bunyan in 1628, and John Howe in 1630.
A distressed murmur of concern and pity rose all about her, everyone patted her shoulder, and bitter denunciations of Mr. Brauer and Miss Kirk broke forth. Even Hunter, Baxter & Hunter were not spared, being freely characterized as "the rottenest people in the city to work for!" "It would serve them right," said more than one indignant voice, "if the whole crowd of us walked out on them!"
"Trance?" gasped Laurie. "Certainly. A very deep and satisfactory trance. There is nothing to be frightened of, Mr. Baxter. It is an unusual gift, that is all. I have seldom seen a more satisfactory instance. May I ask you a question or two, sir?" Laurie nodded vaguely. He was still trying hopelessly to take in what had been said. "You nearly passed into trance a little earlier.
Baxter looked distressed, though, as the meal was about concluded, and William had partaken of his share in spite of his dreaminess, she had no anxieties connected with his sustenance. As for Mr. Baxter, he felt a little remorse, undoubtedly, but he was also puzzled. So plain a man was he that he had no perception of the callous brutality of the words "THAT GIRL" when applied to some girls.
"How's the game to-night?" queried White-Eye. "Quiet," replied Baxter. "Any strangers inside?" "No not the kind of strangers you mean." "Then I reckon we'll take a look in. Don't mind takin' a whirl at the wheel myself." "Come right in," said Baxter, as though relieved, and he opened the door and stood aside to let them pass. A quiet game of poker was running at a table near the door.
"Won't you go with us, Mrs. Berry," asked Dolly, "to help pick them out? We don't know about these things as well as some one who lives in the city." "No, dearies. But you won't have any trouble Just ask for Mrs. Baxter at Follansbee's and her judgment will be the right thing. Be sure to take what she advises. She'll know."
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