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"I am afraid, however, that our friend wishes he were not quite so old a friend." "No, papa," I said; "you are, mistaken. I am sure Mr. Dinwiddie does not think so. He knows better." "How does he know better?" "I think he understands, papa." "What?" "Me." "What about you?" "I think he thinks only that, what I said, papa." "And how came you to think he thinks anything about it?" "Papa "
Dinwiddie, there are minds so constituted that they take of choice that view of things which is practically the most adverse to their own interest." "Tell papa, Mr. Dinwiddie, that that cannot be." "What cannot be, if you please?" "I mean, that which is the right cannot be the wrong in any sense; cannot be even the wrong view for anybody's interest that adopts it." "Fair theories " said papa.
She would hardly listen to Marmaduke when he wanted to talk to her." "Has she got a Bible, I wonder?" said Daisy, in an awestruck voice. "She? She can't read. She don't know anything; and she is as ugly and cross as she can be." "Was she cross to Mr. Dinwiddie?" "Yes, indeed. He said he never saw such a crabbed old thing. Oh, she's horrid. I don't like to ride by that way."
They looked into each other again, those two faces, with perfect understanding; grateful content in the child's eyes, watchful tenderness in those of Mr. Dinwiddie, through all their keenness and brightness. Then, he rose up and offered his hand to Daisy; just said "good bye," and was gone, he turned off another way, Daisy followed Miss Underwood's steps.
There was little for me to do but to put in a bag the fewest necessaries, to roll up my heavy cloak, to stow safely my pipes and two goodly packets of tobacco, which were to be my chiefest solace for many a long day, and to write some letters one to Governor Dinwiddie, one to George Washington, and one to my partner in Virginia, telling them my fresh misfortunes, and begging them to send me money, which, however useless in my captivity, would be important in my fight for life and freedom.
Malaprop. Dinwiddie saw his desires thwarted on every hand by the selfish spirit of localism and jealousy which was more rife in America in those days than it is today.
Major Dinwiddie paid his fine, and Steve and I paid him for the moose meat at the rate of a dollar a pound, bones and all. That was what he paid for it. Meat was high that year. I am only telling what I saw with my own eyes. And now I'll tell you something, also. I saw that Spot fall through a water hole. The ice was three and a half feet thick, and the current sucked him under like a straw.
"It is a birthday present, mamma. It is an Egyptian spoon." "An Egyptian spoon! Where did you get it?" "Mr. Dinwiddie I mean, Nora gave it to me." "What about Mr. Dinwiddie?" "Nothing, mamma." "Then why did you speak his name?" "I don't know. He brought Nora to see me just now." "Where did you see him?" "In the library." "Mr. Randolph" said the lady "did Mr. Dinwiddie call to see you?"
There was nothing to do to-day; there would be nothing to do to-morrow; and, unless Jenny came home to be married, there would be nothing to do next year or the years after that. While Oliver was in Dinwiddie, she had, of course, the pleasure of supplying his food and of watching him eat it; but beyond that, even when he sat in the room with her, there was little conversation between them.
From the dazzling glimpses of white muslin under honeysuckle arbours, to the dusky forms that swarmed like spawn in the alleys, the life of Dinwiddie loved, hated, enjoyed, and suffered beneath him.
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