John Ward, Preacher by Margaret Wade Campbell Deland
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to come any nearer the fireplace than the outside of the hearth-rug."
Then he began to read again, muttering, "Confound that reporter!" Dick glanced at him, and then he said, in a low voice, "Max loves you because you are so kind to him, Miss Lois; it is worth while to be a dog to have you"-- "Give him bones?" Lois cried hurriedly. "Yes, it is too hot in here, father; don't you think so; don't you want me to open the window?" Dr. Howe looked up, surprised. "If you want to, child," he said. "Dear me, I'm afraid I have not been very entertaining, Mr. Forsythe. What do you think of this attack on our candidate? Contemptible, isn't it? What? I have no respect for any one who can think it anything but abominable and outrageous." "It's scandalous!" Dick answered,--and then in a smiling whisper to Lois, he added, "I'm afraid to tell the doctor I'm a Democrat." But when Lois was quite alone that night, she found herself smiling in the darkness, and a thrill of pride made her cheeks hotter than the fire had done. CHAPTER IX. "Yes," said Miss Deborah Woodhouse, as she stood in the doorway of Miss |
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