A Phyllis of the Sierras by Bret Harte
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Richelieu nodded, but first went back to the steps of the veranda,
picked up a small blue knotted handkerchief, apparently containing some heavy objects, and repassed Mainwaring. "What! have you cut it, Richelieu, with your valuables? What have you got there?" "Specimins," said Richelieu, shortly, and vanished. He returned presently. "Well, Cardinal, did you see anybody?" asked Mainwaring. "Mrs. Bradley; but Jim's over to the mill. I'm goin' there." "Did you see Miss Macy?" continued Mainwaring, carelessly. "Loo?" "Loo!--well; yes." "No. She's philanderin' with Captain Greyson." "Philandering with Greyson?" echoed Mainwaring, in wonder. "Yes; on horseback on the ridge." "You mean she's riding out with Mr.--with Captain Greyson?" "Yes; ridin' AND philanderin'," persisted Richelieu. |
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