Henry Seton Merriman

Summary

Henry Seton Merriman Tomaso's Fortune, and Other Stories… (1904)

What he loved above all in men was that species of audacious and gentlemanly coolness which is found in greater perfection in the ranks of the British aristocracy than anywhere else in the world.
He was not the sort of man to be afraid of any one, or two, or three men—he had never, for a moment, thought of fearing the fellow who had gone off with his mackintosh, his waders, and his two five-pound notes. We all try to be our ideal, and Caleb S. Harkness prided himself on being the coolest man in the two hemispheres.
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Henry Seton Merriman Tomaso's Fortune, and Other Stories… (1904)

The fisherman, not being an absolute fool, knew that there was only one answer to give. But he was a kind-hearted man, so he told a lie. There was something about this convict that made him do it.
“Yes; I should think she would. Girls are not always rational, I guess.”
The other said nothing. He took the mackintosh-coat and the creel and the rod-case without a word—even of thanks. His manners were brisker, as if the angler's lie had done him good. The change of costume was now complete, and the convict would pass anywhere for an innocent disciple of Isaac Walton.
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Henry Seton Merriman Tomaso's Fortune, and Other Stories… (1904)

The escaped convict laughed bitterly, but the laugh broke off into a sickening cackle.
“I've been in those brickworks,” he said, “all the time, meditating murder. I stole a loaf from a baker's cart; but man cannot live by bread alone; ah! Ha! ha!”
The fisherman held out his flask, which the other took, and opened the somewhat uncommon silver top with ease bred of knowledge.
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