"Of course," she laughed, when she rustled in again like a whiff
of fresh air, "I had to go clear to the bottom of the last trunk
I looked in. Lucky I only have three to my name, for it would
have been in the last one just the same, if I'd had two dozen and
had ransacked them all. But I found it, thank Heaven!"
She came eagerly up to him--he was sitting in the beribboned
rocker dedicated to friendly callers, and had the rug badly
rumpled with his spurs, which he had forgotten to remove--and
with a sweep of her forearm she cleared the little table of
novel, newspaper, and a magazine and deck of cards, and barely
saved her box of chocolates from going bottom up on the floor.
"Like candy? Help yourself, if you do," she said, and tucked a
piece into her mouth absent-mindedly before she laid the
leather-bound book open on the table. "Now, we'll see what
information Mr. Copp can give us. He's a high authority--General
Land Office Commissioner, if you please. He's a few years
old--several years old, for that matter--but I don't think he's
out of date; I believe what he says still goes.
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