Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 47: what you’re looking at

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THE VIRGINIAN HOODWINKED. 39 other end of the room—glances up just in time to see Livingstone look that way and frown. ‘Did you do that? I give you credit for being a good general. What a game they will play. Each side of this case is well represented there.’ ‘But tell me about Rudolph Gordon—you know how deeply I am interested.”’ ‘‘I do, indeed. It isa queer story in one sense, and shows how the lives of some people run together, drawn by an invisible force, just as drops of quick- silver upon a smooth surface will move toward each other.”? His expression had more meaning in it than his words, and the girl, looking back at the strange wianner of their coming together, realizes the truth of what he says. ‘“Go on.”? ‘‘Being utterly worn out by my work, a couple of weeks ago I resolved to take a holiday. Chance, and the invitation of Tom Baxter, took me to Virginia. This old friend of mine had married and _ settled down on a farm in the richest part of the State, and he lured me there with glowing accounts of quail shooting, of which sport I used to be very fond. ‘“T decided to go, and turned up at Tom’s house one evening, to his delight, and the consternation of his little wife, who feared her culinary department might not be in exact order for the advent of a New Yorker, which notion must have been knocked out of her head when she saw the ferocious assault I made upon the supper, at which we were soon seated. ‘Tet me avoid unnecessary details and get down to Connicooolkks.€© im a)