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"If they all treated slaves as you do, there wouldn't be any cry from Boston-way. And as for me, I need hands. I shall see you again, Colonel." "Take supper with me to-night, Lige," said Mr. Carvel. "I reckon you'll find it rather lonesome without Jinny." "Awful lonesome," said the Captain. "But you'll show me her letters, won't you?" He started out, and ran against Eliphalet. "Hello!" he cried.
And he took me in his arms, embracing me with such fervour that there was no doubting the sincerity of his feelings. "Miss Dorothy," said he, when he was calmer, "I give ye Richard for a leal and a true heart. Few men are born with the gift of keeping the affections warm despite absence, and years, and interest. But have no fear of Richard Carvel."
They were not circling, as a caribou or a deer would have circled, but were traveling straight dead straight for their camp. The significance of this fact was easily understood by Carvel. All that afternoon Baree's feet had left a blood smell in their trail, and the wolves had struck the trail in the deep forest, where the falling snow had not covered it. Carvel was not alarmed.
"By all means," exclaimed John, looking up. "Anything wrong?" he inquired, observing the expression of his wife's face. "John," said Mrs. Carvel, coming near to him and laying her hand gently on his shoulder, "tell me do you think there is likely to be anything between Paul and Hermy?" "Gracious goodness! what put that into your head?" asked Carvel. "I have been with Chrysophrasia" began Mary.
Madame Patoff looked silently out at the view, leaning on Alexander's arm, while John Carvel and his wife stood close together, smiling and appreciative, the ideal of a well-assorted and perfectly happy middle-aged couple. Cutter talked to Balsamides, and Paul followed Hermione as she slowly moved from point to point.
Carvel, don't fail to go to Davenport, who makes clothes for most of us at Almack's, and let him remodel you. I wish to God he might get hold of your doctor. And put up at the Star and Garter in Pall Mall: I take it that you have friends in London." I replied that I had. But he did not push the inquiry. "You should write out this history for your grandchildren, Mr.
Carvel should delight in a good main between two cocks, or a bull-baiting, or a breaking of heads at the Chestertown fair, where he went to show his cattle and fling a guinea into the ring for the winner.
And then we walked slowly to the house and into the dining room, Mr. Carvel leading the procession, and I an unwilling rear, knowing that my fate would be decided between them. I thought Mr. Allen's grace would never end, and the meal likewise; I ate but little, while the two gentlemen discussed parish matters. And when at last Scipio had retired, and the rector of St.
"Are there not better methods for obtaining what you wish than those you practise?" I asked curiously. "No doubt," he answered carelessly; "but these are well enough, and shorter. You were about to do me the honour of a communication?" This brought me to my senses. I had, however, lost much of my heat in the interval. "I should like to know why you lied to Mr. Carvel about my convictions, Mr.
He's a soft heart." "Soft as a green quince!" said Mrs. Abner, scornfully. "How many friends has he?" "Those he has are warm enough," Miss Crane retorted. "Look at Colonel Carvel, who has him to dinner every Sunday." "That's plain as your nose, Mirandy Crane. They both like quarrellin' better than anything in this world." "Well," said Miss Crane, "I must go make ready for the Brices."
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