The Illegal Marriage — page 171: what you’re looking at

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THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE, 163 will have a talk with Pierce. I may call at Echa- connee in a day or two.” “Do so, Peyton. You could not do mea greater fuvor. It is a long time, Peyton, since you have been to my place.” “T know it is, Stannard, but you must remember that Iam not a man of leisure like yourself. I can- not leave work with an overseer, and go away when I wish.” “Nonsense; all lawyers take a holiday now and then—is it not so, Martin? You know that you could come up for a week’s shooting if you wanted to. Send law to the dogs and come stay with me.” “Perhaps there is something besides law which keeps Crawford so much at home,” suggested Martin; “I imagine there is a lady in the case.” “T heard something of that,” said Stannard. “How is it, Peyton, are you badly Hurt?” “Hard hit, I fear,” replied Crawford, laughing at this play upon a name. “Come! Come!” called Martin; “stick to your brief. Don’t talk nonsense before a man who has oray hair and eight children. Miss Morgan must be our first care.” “You are right; we should think of nothing else. What is the first thing to be done?” “To make her comfortable in the jail, I should say, Stannard.” “Right again, Martin. Alf and I will attend to that, you two must arrange the other matters.” “Martin, I must go back to Columbus,” said Crawford, “but I will send up a detective to you.” Again he saw Alfred’s eyelids twitching unpleas- antly. “Appling is a good man if not engaged—will you meet him at Echaconnee? For some time we can do nothing but work up the case.” “TI will meet Appling,” interposed Stannard, “Martin lives too far away. He can make my house a base of operations. I must go home in the morning—you can remain here, Alf?” Guerry had scarcely spoken during this inter- GEomichboo gs) (Eo)