Snow-Bound at Eagle's by Bret Harte
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against the general level of our profession. Indeed, I was quite struck
with the justice of Manuel's protest that I was interfering with certain rude processes of his own towards results aimed at by others." "George!" interrupted Falkner, almost savagely. "Well. I admit it's getting rather late in the evening for pure philosophical inquiry, and you are tired. Practically, then, it WAS wise to let them get away before they discovered two things. One, our exact relations here with these women; and the other, HOW MANY of us were here. At present they think we are three or four in possession and with the consent of the women." "The dogs!" "They are paying us the highest compliment they can conceive of by supposing us cleverer scoundrels than themselves. You are very unjust, Ned." "If they escape and tell their story?" "We shall have the rare pleasure of knowing we are better than people believe us. And now put those boots away somewhere where we can produce them if necessary, as evidence of Manuel's evening call. At present we'll keep the thing quiet, and in the early morning you can find out where they got in and remove any traces they have left. It is no use to frighten the women. There's no fear of their returning." "And if they get away?" |
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