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'Yes, very bad; if you are always a lost sheep, said the child; 'but if you are one of the lost sheep, then Jesus came to seek you and to save you. 'Didn't He come to seek and save the old mother? asked Jinx. 'Not if she's one of the ninety-and-nine, said Rosalie. 'It says, "The Son of Man is come to seek and to save that which was lost;" so if she isn't lost, it doesn't mean her.
"As you all know," began Kit, "the old bronze tablet in the lower hall carries names on its roll of honor which not only uphold the glory of Hope College, but also of the entire town of Delphi, of the entire state, I may say, of Wisconsin." "Kit," murmured Peggy, sotto voce, "if you start declaiming like that you'll have 'the Jinx' after your scalp.
I'd give it a try, anyhow, and see if he wouldn't settle. There's lots of lawyers would take your case. But say, that's the toughest tough-luck story I ever heard. You've sure got a jinx on you." "I'm going back, but I won't sue Guth. I'm sick of Alaska; it has licked me. I'm going out to God's country." Folsom indeed acknowledged himself beaten.
But Kit introduced him in an off-hand, casual manner which put him at his ease, and when they started up the primrose path, it was the "Jinx" herself who had taken possession of Billie, and was interesting him thoroughly, telling of her father's big stock farm outside of Maquoketa. They found Stanley Howard awaiting them on one of the big tree seats, outside the Hall.
'We should not meet him on the stairs, said Sam confidently. 'You did not take coffee tonight, I gather? 'I didn't no. Why? He jerked his head resignedly. 'Can you beat it! I ask you, young man, could I have foreseen that, after drinking coffee every night regularly for two months, you would pass it up tonight of all nights? You certainly are my jinx, sonny.
When you are ready I know father would be glad to have you." He flushed at that. "Thanks," he said. "I'd rather get in, wherever I go, by what I know, and not who I know." She felt considerably snubbed, but she knew his curious pride. After a time, while he threw a stick into the park lake and Jinx retrieved it, he said: "What do you do with yourself these days, Lily?" "Nothing.
He takes a credulous girl " "Thank you!" "And talks bunk to her and possibly makes love to her " "Haven't we had enough of Mr. Akers?" Lily asked coldly. "If you cannot speak of anything else, please don't talk." The result of which was a frozen silence until they reached the house. "Good-by," she said primly. "It was very nice of you to call me up. Good-by, Jinx."
I'll put it away, sir." But Anthony was not listening. His eyes had traveled from an empty platter on the hearth-rug to a deep chair where Jinx, both warm and fed at the same time, and extremely distended with meat, lay sleeping. Anthony put out a hand and pressed the bell beside him. "I want you to meet Mr. Cameron, grandfather." Lily was rather pale, but she had the Cardew poise.
He stood over her, big, compelling, dominant, and put his hand under her chin. "I am insane about you," he whispered, and waited. Slowly, irresistibly, she lifted her face to his kiss. On the first day of May, William Wallace Cameron moved his trunk, the framed photograph of his mother, eleven books, an alarm clock and Jinx to the Boyd house. He went for two reasons.
Maybe it would break the jinx. They were one of the few teams in the Seventh Precinct to make full quota. Trench was lavish in his praise. He was playing more than fair with Bruce Gordon now, but there was a basic suspicion in his eyes. The next day, he drafted Izzy and Gordon for a trip outside the dome. "It's easy enough, and you'll get plenty of credit in the fund for it.
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