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Permission to export was given the next year, however, and the engine was shipped in 1805. It lay for some time in the New York Customs House. Meanwhile Fulton had studied the Watt engine on Symington's steamboat, the Charlotte Dundas, on the Forth and Clyde Canal, and Livingston had been granted a renewal of his monopoly of the waters of New York.
Poplar was the nursery of the Clyde. The flags which Poplar knew well would puzzle London now Devitt and Moore's, Money Wigram's, Duthie's, Willis's, Carmichael's, Duncan Dunbar's, Scrutton's, and Elder's.
When he had finished he hurried to the spot where the party was in the habit of assembling around the camp-fire. He found there some feebly burning logs, and Mr. Clyde, who sat alone, smoking his pipe. "What is the matter?" asked the bishop. "Where are all our friends?"
"She liked Maddy Clyde, to be sure, but it wasn't for him to demean himself by turning her school master. Folks would talk awfully, and she couldn't blame 'em; besides, what would Lucy say to his bein' alone in a room with a girl as pretty as Maddy? It was a duty he owed her at any rate to tell her all about it, and if she said 'twas right, why, go it." This was the drift of Mrs.
"It seems almost like a sanctuary, here," she said at last, leaning against the window and watching the proceedings with interest. "It's so beautifully clean, and I adore that lavender smell. Where does it come from?" Miss Clyde reached under a sheet and brought forth a small bag made of white tarlatan filled with dried flowers and leaves. Blue Bonnet buried her nose in it.
And serious people are not at all amusing." Just then Alton Clyde and a group of people, among whom was Willis Marsh, emerged from the cabin, talking and laughing. Mildred arose, saying: "Here come the Berrys, ready to go ashore." "When may I see you again?" he inquired, quickly. "You may come out this evening." His eyes blazed as he answered, "I shall come!" As the others came up, she said: "Mr.
Perkenpine will be here in a moment; I asked her to come. If Mr. Matlack is not quite ready, can he not postpone what he is doing? I am sure you will all be interested in what I have to say, and I do not want to begin until every one is here." Mr. Archibald saw that she was very much in earnest, and so he sent for the guides, and Clyde went to call Raybold.
He knew she was sleeping quietly, by her gentle breathings; and once or twice he involuntarily passed his hand caressingly over her soft, round cheek, feeling the blood tingle to his finger tips as he thought of his position there, with Maddy Clyde sleeping in his arms. What would Lucy say, could she see him? And the doctor, with his strict ideas of right and wrong, would he object?
But, there is an exquisitely refined way in which a woman of the world can make you understand that your presence is "de trop" and your society distasteful, without saying a single word that might be construed into an offence against good breeding. Mrs Clyde was a thorough mistress of this art. Her searching eye could appraise at a glance a man's mental calibre or a lady's toilette.
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