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All these, and others of the town, were wont to "talk politics" a great deal at the little club on Main Street and all were apt to fall foul of Tom Vanrevel or Crailey Gray before the end of any discussion.
They're worth more than all the lawing Gray and Vanrevel have ever done or ever will do. Good-by -and be kind to yourself." He descended to the first landing, and then, "Oh, Crailey," he called, with the air of having forgotten something he had meant to say. "Yes, Tom?" "This morning at the post-office I found a letter addressed to me.
That I should even ap-proach her, was an unspeakable insolence. I had forgotten, and so, possibly, had she, but I had not even been properly introduced to her." "No, you hadn't, that's true," observed Crailey, reflectively. "You don't seem to have much to reproach her with, Tom." "Reproach her!" cried the other.
They'll 'march away so gaily, won't they? and how right that is!" The vanguard appeared in the street, and over the hedge gleamed the oncoming banner, the fresh colors flying out on a strong breeze. Crailey greeted it with a breathless cry. "There's the flag look, Fanchon, your flag! . waving above the hedge; and it's Jeff who carries it. Doesn't it always make you want to dance! Bravo, bravo!"
For Rouen was ranked, in those easy days, as a wealthy town; even as it was called an old town; proud of its age and its riches, and bitter in its politics, of course. The French had built a fort there, soon after LaSalle's last voyage, and, as Crailey Gray said, had settled the place, and had then been settled themselves by the pioneer militia.
How well Vanrevel worked was demonstrated every day, but how hard he worked, only Crailey knew. The latter had grown to depend upon him for even his political beliefs, and lightly followed his partner into Abolitionism; though that was to risk unpopularity, bitter hatred, and worse.
"I rejoice to find them so rare in your experience!" he retorted. "This one is out of town, though I have no doubt you will see him sufficiently often when he returns. His name is Crailey Gray, and he is to marry Fanchon Bareaud if he remembers!" "And the knave?" "Is one!" Carewe shut his teeth with a venomous snap, and his whole face reddened suddenly.
I think that is one of the greatest young men I ever knew, and it's a pity but it won't do." Miss Betty kept her face away from her guardian for a moment. No inconsiderable amount of information had drifted to her, from here and there, regarding the career of Crailey Gray, and she thought how intensely she would have hated any person in the world except Mrs.
"You've been all up night, too, haven't you?" Crailey put his hand on the other's shoulder. "Were you hunting for me?" "No; not last night." Crailey lurched suddenly, and Tom caught him about the waist to steady him. "Sweethearting, tippling, vingt-et-un, or poker, eh, Tom?" he shouted, thickly, with a wild laugh. "Ha, ha, old smug-face, up to my bad tricks at last!"
"It seems that I played once too often," he said. Crailey was thoroughly astonished. He took a long, affectionate pull at the flask and offered it to his partner. "No," said Tom, turning to him with a troubled face, "and if I were you, I wouldn't either. These fishing trips of yours " "Fishing!" Crailey laughed. "Trips of a poetaster! It's then I write best, and write I will!
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