Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 88: what you’re looking at

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&0 THE MAN WHO WORE THE WHITE PRIMROSE. be in the rotunda at eight sharp. I will wear a white primrose in my lapel. Your cousin, Gouy.”’ Bob gives this note a savage shake. ‘“There’s a delicious morsel—whoever heard of a man making such a blooming idiot of himself. I'd like to have his neck just where that paper is, the scoundrel. Very good—very good. If he were my own brother, or—Senator John, I’d teach him to go around insulting young girls who chance to be alone in the world. Ha! here’s a line, a postscript I hadn’t noticed before. What does it say—‘come vailed!’ Hang the fellow’s impertinence, he seems to be quite confident that Gypsy will be on hand.”’ With this energetic remark, Pemberton begins to cast about him for the party who wrote the note which Gypsy must have accidentally dropped, and which fell into his hands in such a Providential way. He works his hands in a nervous manner, though they itch to lay hold of something which he can twist and manipulate with the spasm of fury that seizes upon him. Wher he has roamed about, and covered perhaps two-thirds of the generous space taken up by the - rotundas and office of the great western hotel, he suddenly gives a little snort, whether of disgust or delight it would be hard to say. There are several score of people present, people who represent almost every State in the Union, and not a few foreigners, too, who are doing the West, and must, of necessity, take in the wonderful city of Colorado, the young giant that has rushed in the Gomichooksscom