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But this is the way of the world. Those who should be most grateful when the hour of adversity dawns on their benefactor, are often the first to desert him. On the same day the Doctor introduced me to one of our new Commissioners, Thomas Mercer Jones, Esq., a fine gentlemanly-looking person. The other Commissioner was the Hon. William Allen.
Thatcher wouldn't do such a thing; he might threaten, but he wouldn't really use that sort of weapon!" "You don't know the man, Sylvia. He will risk anything to break Bassett down. There's nothing respectable about Thatcher but his love for Allen, and that doesn't redeem everything." "But you won't let it come to that. You have influence enough yourself to stop it.
After a couple of minutes' unbroken silence, Henry, turning to Catherine for the first time since her mother's entrance, asked her, with sudden alacrity, if Mr. and Mrs. Allen were now at Fullerton?
"It may turn them back." But it did not. Evidently the men knew the grounds about Edgemere as well as did the boys, for there was no sign of a halt in their headlong pace. On they crashed through bushes and underbrush, dodging among the trees of the garden, and minding not the flower beds they trampled under foot. "They're getting away from us," remarked Henry, who was panting along beside Allen.
I may not be right in anticipating the eventual opinion of Allen Upward's book; but even if I am wrong, it will have helped perhaps to call attention to the essential failure of the Nobel Prize Trustees to side with the darers and experimenters in literature, to take a serious part in those great creative, centrifugal movements in the souls of men in which new worlds and the sense of new worlds are swept in upon us.
Why it wouldn't look dressy at all, Samantha, to put 'em on as you say." Sez I very coldly, "I don't see anything over and above dressy in your looks now, Josiah Allen, with both of your feet tied down onto that one shoe, and you a tryin' to move off when you can't. I can't see anything over and above ornamental in it, Josiah Allen."
Allen occupied a large house with spacious grounds in a suburb of the city, and owned a farm on which he bred fine cattle.
Then as the shades of night drew on, the whole company knights and foresters supped and drank around a blazing fire, while Allen sang sweetly to the thrumming of the harp, and the others joined in the chorus. 'Twas a happy, care-free night this last one together under the greenwood tree.
But when I called your name, and found neither of you at the mill, I became alarmed. But where can Esther be now?" concluded Mrs. Carew, looking anxiously about the clearing. "Go back to the house with Faith and give the child something to eat. Colonel Allen and I will search the mill again," said Mr. Carew. "I'm tired," said Faith, as they reached the house, "and I don't like Esther."
Punctually, at half-past ten o'clock, the team of Jacob Perkins drove noiselessly in through the gate, and up the carriage-way to the door of the Allen mansion. No lights were visible in any part of the house. Under the portico were two figures, a man and a woman the man holding something in his arms, which, on a closer observation, Jacob saw to be a child.
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