Identifier: saturdayeveningp1933unse (find matches)
Title: The Saturday evening post
Year: 1839 (1830s)
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Publisher: Philadelphia : G. Graham
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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on stepped forward, dropped thetray on the table with a jangling clatter that jarred every fragile nerve in Mr.Briggs body, turned on him, and cried inthe ringing accents of virtuous indignation:Games, sir? What games? I just hap-pened to overhear you asking this younglady to marry you. You never eard nothink of the kind!protested Mr. Briggs, but with not quitehis full forcibleness. Like many violentmen, he was distressed by violence in others,and Anderson was terrible. His eyes flamedlike those of an avenging angel. Anderson loved to perform little deedsof kindness. His naturally warm heart hadbeen reenforced by the assurance of an ex-pert theosophist that the performance oflittle deeds of kindness would entitle himto the physique of a Jack Dempsey in hisnext incarnation. He had already con-ferred a hundred-guinea pearl necklace onAntonys pretty sister that afternoon, andhe was bent on conferring a few thousandson Antonys pretty friend that evening.What he would get out of Mr. Briggs
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Right for Once. You are J) bone Your Place—There! no Getting Jlway From It I can testify to it in any court in Eng-land! he cried fiercely. Of course he can, said Pansy, support-ing her champion. And I will! said Anderson in a terriblevoice. And with Miss Featherstonescharming face —— Damn er charmin face! interjectedMr. Briggs. He had changed his mindabout Pansys face. And your past record, Anderson wenton. Wot parst record? cried Mr. Briggs. In Bootle, sir there isnt a jury inEngland that wont award Miss Feather-stone heavy damages if you try to backout of it, said Anderson. He ended in a cold, judicial, convincingtone, very disquieting. There aint nothink to back out of!I never made no proposal of marridgean well you know it! cried Mr. Briggs,emotionally lavish of his negatives. check for a hundred guineas lay betweenhimself and Mr. Briggs jewelers. Whathe got out of Mr. Briggs check for a fewthousands would lie between himself andPansy. He figured it out at thirty-threeand a

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