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Bloodgood turned on Jack, lifting his eyebrows. "My dear fellow " he began. But Frank put in: "We have no use for bromo seltzer, as none of us are drinkers." "Oh, of course not," said the intruder, with something like a sneer. "None of us are drinkers, but then we're all liable to get a little too much sometimes, especially when we sit up late and play poker."
Phil Bloodgood had brought about the state of his soul there was accordingly that amount of connection; only it became further remarkable that from the moment his companion had sounded him, and sounded him, he knew, down to the last truth of things, his disposition, his necessity to talk, the desire that had in the morning broken the spell of his confinement, the impulse that had thrown him so defeatedly into Mrs.
The Y.M.C.A. is a splendid organization, and it has proved the anchor that has kept many a young man from dashing onto the rocks of destruction. Those who sneer at it should be ashamed of themselves, but, as a rule, they are too bigoted, prejudiced, or narrow-minded to recognize the fact that some of the most manly young men to be found belong to the Y.M.C.A." Bloodgood laughed.
Bloodgood." "You've come to the wrong place." "Really? Don't you know anything about him? You are er well acquainted with him?" "On the contrary, to-day is the first time we have ever spoken to him." "Is that so?" said Mr. Slush, in evident disappointment. "You are er young men about about his age, and and " "Not in his class," put in Diamond. "No?" said Mr. Slush, looking at Jack queerly.
As an illustration, my friend Dr. Bloodgood kindly had the statistics of the surgical patients treated in the great Johns Hopkins Hospital at Baltimore investigated for me, and found almost precisely the same percentage of cases of appendicitis among colored patients as among white patients.
Folliott was in spite of Phil Bloodgood's, as even Phil Bloodgood himself must have been for reasons too obvious; as in fine every one had a secret for being, or for feeling, or for looking, every one at least but Mark Monteith.
"Well, you have come to the wrong parties to get information about Mr. Bloodgood," said Frank. "But, if you are so particular about your company, it might be well to learn something concerning the other members of your party." "Oh er I know all about them," asserted Mr. Slush. "Indeed?" "Yes. Hugh Hazleton is the younger son of an English nobleman, and he is is all right." "Who told you this?"
Phil Bloodgood had shaved and been wellnigh lost; though why should he just now too precipitately drag the reminiscence in? That question too, at the queer touch of association, played up for Mark even under so much proof that the state of his own soul was being with the lapse of every instant registered.
Bloodgood turned pale and then flushed. He held onto himself with all his strength. Here was his chance to get back his losings. Everything was in his favor. He was confident there were some good hands out, and it was very likely some of them might be improved on the draw, but he felt the pot was the same as his. The Frenchman drew two cards. Slush took one. Then hot work began.
"I don't know just why I think so, but I do. Something tells me that for all of his swagger Bloodgood is a fellow who would scorn to wear paste diamonds." "What do you make out of the fellow, anyway?" asked Bruce. "I'm not able to size him up yet," admitted Frank. "I'm not certain whether he came of a good family or a bad one, but I'm inclined to fancy it was the former."
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