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They led him down the street and up the stairs into Alston Choate's office, and there, hugging his pineapple, he entered, and found Alston sitting by the window in the afternoon light, his feet on a chair and a novel in his hand.
In the recent days he had heard so much talk about music and musicians. And he had noticed that Alston and his wife were nearly always in agreement. "What was the match that fired you, Alston?" he asked, looking at the big lad he looked little more than a lad good-naturedly. "Well, I always wanted to sing, of course. But I think it was Crayford." He puffed almost furiously at his cigar.
The next night, just as we were about to encamp, we lighted on a negro fellow, belonging to Mr. Joseph Alston, whom I quickly had by the heels, lest he should give intelligence to the enemy. But, as the devil would have it, just before day, the sergeant of the guard, overcome by the negro's importunities, loosened him and let him go.
If she felt the sting of her poverty so, then perhaps the thought of his eight thousand a year would act as balm to her wounded feelings. At this time Hugh Alston had a very poor opinion of Miss Meredyth. He did not deny her loveliness. He could not; no man in his senses and gifted with eyesight could.
When night came not only Alston lingered, picking by moonlight, but Little Lizay; and this gave rise to much laughing among the other pickers, and to many coarse jokes. But to one who knew her secret it would have seemed piteous the girl's anxious face as the weighing proceeded, drawing on and on to Alston's basket and hers at the very end of the line.
He perceived that Lizay was interested in Alston, as he had already guessed from the jokes of the negroes, and that she was specially desirous to conceal her shame from the man to whom she had given her favor. Mr.
Major Popham, fifty-four years after the date of this letter, attended as a pall-bearer the funeral of Colonel Burr, the friend of his youth. Mrs. Prevost's son. The unfortunate Mrs. Alston, of whom much will be said hereafter. Stagehouse. New-York, August, 1786. Your letter was faithfully handed us by the boy from Hall's. Bartow has enclosed the papers.
Nature had lavished upon her those rare, delicate, elusive qualities which go to make up that top flower of evolution, the woman of fascination, a creature indefinable, like poetry. In New York, city and State, she was a reigning belle, caressed by society; she had been named the social queen of South Carolina, under the title of la Sainte Madam Alston.
Tell me what Harry is about, and what is doing at Montalto. Sam and George are well. You must write to Mrs. Alston about Leonora's child. Enclose your letter to me. I hope little Peter is doing well. Washington, January 17, 1804. Your kind wishes on the new year are received this evening in your letter dated 3d January, 1803. No matter what date, such things are always welcome.
Alston, and believe me, with esteem and respect, your most obedient servant, Virginia, Caroline, May 25, 1802. Your favour, covering the medal struck to commemorate the most brilliant exploit of the American war, from some cause unknown to me, never arrived until this instant.
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