"But you lived with the Duchess for a year before he was sent away.

You must have seen a lot of him, and got to know him well." "Oh, he used to come down now and then to see his grandmother--I was only fifteen or sixteen then--just a girl, and he didn't pay much attention to me.

Father can tell you better just how smart he is." Old Jimmie spoke up promptly.

He knew Hunt was not a police stool, and he liked the painter as much as it was in him to like any man; so he felt none of the reserve or caution that might have controlled him in other company.
"You bet Larry's smart! Got the quickest brain of any con man in the business--and him only about twenty-seven now.

Some think I'm a smooth proposition myself, but Larry puts it all over me.