Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 113: what you’re looking at

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NOW IT IS BOB, THK MAGICIAN. 105 CHAPTER XII. NOW IT IS BOB, THE MAGICIAN. Delighted with his evening’s work, Pemberton returns once more to his hotel. He believes fortune is playing the game into his hands, and rests on his oars to allow the lawyer a chance to get in his work. Of course he labors under a certain amount of excitement, whichis natural enough. Affairs are advancing with great strides, in connection with his fortunes. The night passes, and upon the city of Denver dawns the twenty-first of October. It will be a day long to be remembered by certain parties connected with our story, a day to be marked with a white stone in their calendar. Bob is early astir—indeed, his rest has been very poor indeed, with this weight on his mind. He takes a walk before breakfast to settle his nerves. ‘This man who has stood coolly among the howling cohorts of Wall street, amid the craze of a money panic, who has seen a fortune melt away before his eyes, and even laughed while it went, trembles to remember that on this day he must pass though a new ordeal—face the battery of woman’s eyes and either meet defeat or carry the fort. ‘Brace up, old chap—such a thing generally comes but once in a lifetime. It’s like the measles, I reckon. CoOnniclooolks (CI Q)