And the talk was scattering-like.

They are shrewd devils.

But we could tell they meant you plain enough--not to prove anything in court, though." "And you came to warn me?
That was kind of you, my brother!" Philip spoke with the winsome affection for men that made his hold on common people like the grappling vine with loving tendrils.
"Yes, Mr.Strong, and I tell you the rummies will almost hold a prayer-meeting when you leave Milton.

And they mean to make you trouble enough until you do leave.

If I was you," the man paused, curiously--"if I was you, I'd get up and leave this God-forsaken town, Mr.Strong." "You would ?" Philip glanced at the letter which still lay upon the couch beside him.