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This time, he was resolved, the prey should not slip through his fingers. As Brice took the first forward-springing step, Hade finished unfastening the door and flung it wide. In across the threshold poured a cascade of armed men. Hard-faced and tanned they were, one and all, and dressed as yacht sailors.
"Well, sir, well, sir," he said, "you've turned up at last, have you? I send you off with papers for a man, and I get back a piece of yellow paper saying that he's borrowed you. What did he do with you, Mr. Brice?" "He took me to Freeport, sir, where I listened to the most remarkable speech I ever expect to hear." "What!" cried the Judge, "so far from Boston?"
"May I, too, bid you welcome, Richard," said he, in his manly way; "and rejoice that I have got such a neighbour?" "Thank you, Percy," I answered. I was not in a state to say much more. "And now," exclaims Patty, "what a dinner we shall have in the prodigal's honour! I shall make you all some of the Naples biscuit Mrs. Brice told me of."
Look here, Mr. Brice, why did you leave St. Louis?" "They began to draft, sir, and I couldn't stand it any longer." "But you wouldn't have been drafted. You were in the Home Guards, if I remember right. And Mr. Brinsmade tells me you were useful in many ways What was your rank in the Home Guards?" "Lieutenant colonel, sir." "And what are you here?"
Papa couldn't conceive of giving a promise and not keeping it, much less giving a promise just for the pleasure of breaking it. What shall I tell them, Brice? I can't bear to say that Godolphin is going to make your play over, unless I can say at the same time that you've absolutely forbidden him to do so. That's why I wanted you to telegraph. I wanted to say you had telegraphed."
"Brice, I want your play to be thoroughly honest and true from beginning to end, and not to have any sort of catchpenny effectivism in it. You have planned it so nobly that I can't bear to have you lower the standard the least bit; and I think the honest and true way is to let the love-business be a pleasant fact in the case, as it might very well be.
Lincoln glanced at Stephen, and then again at the Judge's letter. He took up his silk hat and thrust that, too, into the worn lining, which was already filled with papers. He clapped the hat on his head, and buttoned on his collar. "I reckon I'll go for a walk, boys," he said, "and clear my head, so as to be ready for the Little Giant to-morrow at Freeport. Mr. Brice, do you feel like walking?"
But they were also to see their country a power in the world, perchance the greatest power. While Europe had wrangled, the child of the West had grown into manhood and taken a seat among the highest, to share with them the responsibilities of manhood. Meanwhile, Stephen Brice had been given permission to practise law in the sovereign state of Missouri. Stephen understood Judge Whipple better.
"You do you think Jennie Brice is dead, and that Mr. Howell knows who did it?" "I think she is dead, and I think possibly Mr. Howell suspects who did it. He does not know, or he would have told the police." "You do not think he was was in love with Jennie Brice, do you?" "I'm certain of that," I said. "He is very much in love with a foolish girl, who ought to have more faith in him than she has."
Judge Whipple checked her, smiling. "She has been very good to one Yankee I know of," he said. "And as for Mrs. Brice, I believe she worships her." "But when I said that Stephen was much better to-day, she swept out of the room as if she did not care whether he lived or died." "Well, Anne," the Judge had answered, "you women are a puzzle to me. I guess you don't understand yourselves," he added.
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