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Yates took the offered hand with genuine emotion. "Surely," he said, "your unknown intended must be some charming leader in the social activities of the great metropolis." "Who knows! She may be m-my own l-laundress for all I know. She may be anything, Yates! She she might even be b-black!" "Black!" Mr. Carr nodded, shuddered, dashed the unmanly moisture from his eyeglass.
"G-guess you know, or you wouldn't have come here." "What proof have I that you have it to sell?" Jethro looked at him for an instant. "M-my word," he said. Isaac Worthington was silent for a while: he was striving to calm himself, for an indefinable something had shaken him.
Of me and m-my work. I exult in my w-work. L-like Mr. Whitman, I celebrate myself. I p-point with pride. What think you, gentlemen, of to-day's paper in honor of which I have t-taken my few drinks?" "If you mean the Territon story," growled Edmonds, "it's rotten." "Precisely. I thank you for your g-golden opinion. Rotten. Exactly as intended."
"M-my work?" "Yes, on the Cardross estate " "You have heard of that!" he exclaimed, surprised. "Y-es " negligently. "Petty gossip circulates here. A cracker at West Palm Beach built a new chicken coop, and we all heard of it. Tell me, do you still desire to see me again?" "I do to pay a revengeful debt or two." "Oh! I have offended you? Pay me now, if you please, and let us end this indiscretion."
Barnabas retorted; "in the meantime I shall most certainly give myself the pleasure of kicking you downstairs unless you choose to walk at once." As he spoke, Barnabas took a stride towards Mr. Chichester's rigid figure, but, in that moment, Barrymaine snatched up the bottle and sprang between them. "Ah! would you?" he cried, "who are you to order my f-friends about and in m-my own place too!
And even if you did, is that any reason why you should go and and what was that beastly word? beer-bum with those awful men?" "I I s-saw you s-sitting here th-this afternoon t-talking t-to a man," he stammered, covering his face with his hand. "Yes, I was. Why not?" "In in m-my chair!" "Oh, my goodness! You great baby!" she cried.
Using all his strength, which was considerable, Jed Sanborn held up a portion of the fallen roof and Shep crawled forth until Whopper and Snap could get hold of him and raise him up. He had suffered but little, although the breath had been forced out of him. "Get poor Giant!" were the first words. "Don't don't mind me. I'll be all ri-right when I I get m-my wind!"
"These not b-being office hours, I have not the p-pleasure of your acquaintance." Marrineal smiled. "The p-pale rictus of the damned," observed Severance. "As one damned soul to another, I c-confess a longing for companionship of m-my own sort. Therefore I accept your invitation. Waiter, a Scotch h-highball." "We were talking of " began Banneker, when the newcomer broke in: "Talk of m-me.
When they are gone you shall have more." "Beverley, I wronged you, but I know now who my c-creditor really is I know who has been m-my enemy all along oh, blind f-fool that I've been, but I know now. And I think it's t-turned my brain. Beverley, my head's all confused wish D-Dig were here. But I shall be better s-soon. It was D-Dover you said, I think?" "Yes, but now, take off that coat."
He held both of Mark's hands in his, and, while his eyes were dim in a tear-mist, said, with a faltering voice, "Bless you, m-my boy! I'm glad to see you once more. I thought I might hear my s-summons before you'd come. You do remember your old uncle!" Mark could not restrain himself, but wept outright. The old gentleman sank into his chair, still clasping Mark's hands.
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