The Mystery of Murray Davenport - A Story of New York at the Present Day by Robert Neilson Stephens
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and refreshin' to take the train to New York about once a month, and loaf
around a week or so without anybody takin' notice, and no questions ast." "And what does your family say to that?" "Nothin', now. They used to say considerable when I first fell into the habit. I hev some poultry customers here in the city, and I make out I got to come to look after business. That story don't go fur with the fam'ly; but they hev their way about everything else, so they got to gimme my way about this." Davenport turned around from the window, and spoke for the first time since entering: "Then you don't occupy this room more than half the time?" "No, sir, I close it up, and thank the Lord there ain't nothin' in it worth stealin'." "Oh, in that case," Davenport went on, "if I began some sketches here, and you left town before they were done, I should have to go somewhere else to finish them." It was a remark that made Larcher wonder a little, at the moment, knowing the artist's usual methods of work. But Mr. Bud, ignorant of such matters, replied without question: "Well, I don't know. That might be fixed all right, I guess." "I see you have a library," said Davenport, abruptly, walking over to a |
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