A Member Of The Third House; A Dramatic Story
by Hamlin Garland
2020-11-24 23:51:53
A Member Of The Third House; A Dramatic Story
by Hamlin Garland
2020-11-24 23:51:53
Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Chapter III. CAN THE SENATE BE BOUGHT ? rAVIS came in briskly, foll...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Chapter III. CAN THE SENATE BE BOUGHT ? rAVIS came in briskly, followed by his ?' attorney, Fox. He was a large man, with short side-whiskers, white as snow. His face was vivid-scarlet with the heat, and his mustache, close-cut, bristled with the motion of his lips. His eyes were keen and restless, and his voice fretful, harsh and imperious. He looked like a man of great energy beginning to break. He wore a short velvet coat, white trousers, a rather low-cut vest, and a flowing tie. A man of powerful individuality, as was evident from his dress. Oh, papa, we're waiting to go home. You know you promised to drive us down to-day. Davis nodded at Miss Ward, and seated himself hastily at his desk. Yes, yes, yes, but I can't do it now, my dear. I've got some business ? very important. Oh, der When can you go? Helene pouted, Oh, I don't know, said Davis, impatiently, In the course of half an hour, perhaps. Now, you take a drive up the avenue, and Oh, if you want to get rid of us, said Helene, in pretended anger. Mr. Brennan, will you please help us into the carriage ? With pleasure, said Brennan, leaping forward. There was a gleam of coquetry in Helene's eyes that made his face radiant as they went out. Fox was a large man, with a full gray beard. His mustache was shaved. He looked like a Methodist deacon. His hair was close-clipped, and his eyes small and blue- gray. He looked after the young people while Davis lighted his cigar. Ain't she a little kittenish with Brennan ? Who ? said Davis, from the desk. Your daughter ? Helene. Davis looked at him closely. Are you a fool? he asked, irascibly. Fox took a seat in a chair, and softly exhaled a puff of smoke. His lips had curves at the corners like a baby's. ...
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