. The Saturday evening post. •V1. - - Ilisf- lia Find this Button,youve found the Bell ; (Continued from Page 104) I dont! said Mr. Bracket with un-compromising firmness. I want to stopit altogether—and Im going to. The smile fled from Antonys face; adarkling frown furrowed his brow. You are, are you? he said in a cold,menacing voice. Have you forgottenwhat I said about my adamantine fist-already? He advanced on Mr. Bracket with avery threatening air, the adamantine andthe other fist tightly clenched. Mr. Bracket backed away from him witlihis arm up. Steady on! Do listen to reason! hecried. Th
. The Saturday evening post. •V1. - - Ilisf- lia Find this Button,youve found the Bell ; (Continued from Page 104) I dont! said Mr. Bracket with un-compromising firmness. I want to stopit altogether—and Im going to. The smile fled from Antonys face; adarkling frown furrowed his brow. You are, are you? he said in a cold,menacing voice. Have you forgottenwhat I said about my adamantine fist-already? He advanced on Mr. Bracket with avery threatening air, the adamantine andthe other fist tightly clenched. Mr. Bracket backed away from him witlihis arm up. Steady on! Do listen to reason! hecried. Theres a good deal more than apony in it. Antony stopped short; the frown fledfrom his brow; his threatening air becamemerely wary. Is there? In that case I consent tolisten, he said in a magnanimous voice. What will you take to give Poppy up? said Mr. Bracket, coming to the point withmost unbusinesslike directness. Antony paused, a trifle bewildered by thesuddenness of the proposition, recoveredhimself, and said airily: The usua
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