The girl has more sense
than you've got."
While he was speaking Presson came in. He pulled the House bill from his
pocket.
"Thornton," he said, walking up to Harlan, "I didn't think there could
be anything more important just now than the damnable performance you've
just been through and the part my family plays in it. But here's
something I propose to take while it's hot!" He shook the document at
the young man. Harlan swept it out of his grasp before he could prevent,
and buttoned it in his breast-pocket.
"That is mine," he stated, not flinching under the indignant protest.
"If it's yours will you inform me what you intend to do with it?"
"I intend to introduce it in the House at to-morrow's session and work
for its passage."
"He's got a bill there," roared the chairman, turning to the Duke,
"that's written by the Devil himself! It makes old Waymouth archfiend of
all the ramrodders in this State! Our sheriffs are made his deputies and
the Russian Tsar becomes a hog-reeve beside him." He blurted out the
purport of the measure, garnishing the recital with good, round oaths.
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