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Tarkington, Booth, 1869-1946

"The Turmoil, a novel"

Don't stand out on the porch," he said,
crossly. "Come in here. There's something it's come time I'll
have to talk to you about. Come in!"
But as she was moving to obey he glanced across at his father's house
and started. He lifted his hand to shield his eyes from the setting
sun, staring fixedly. "Something's the matter over there," he
muttered, and then, more loudly, as alarm came into his voice, he
said, "What's the matter over there?"
Bibbs dashed out of the gate in an automobile set at its highest
speed, and as he saw Roscoe he made a gesture singularly eloquent of
calamity, and was lost at once in a cloud of dust down the street.
Edith had followed part of the way down the drive, and it could be
seen that she was crying bitterly. She lifted both arms to Roscoe,
summoning him.
"By George!" gasped Roscoe. "I believe somebody's dead!"
And he started for the New House at a run.

CHAPTER XI
Sheridan had decided to conclude his day's work early that afternoon,
and at about two o'clock he left his office with a man of affairs from
foreign parts, who had traveled far for a business conference with
Sheridan and his colleagues.


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