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Once Wendell Phillips concluded an impassioned oration by reciting one of Whittier's stanzas, when a man in the audience shouted, "That arrow went home!" to which Wendell Phillips answered, "Yes, and I have a quiver full of arrows, every one of which was made by a man of peace, John Greenleaf Whittier."
I never want to see him again never! Don't speak the name of Henry Morley in " But Miss Kelly had quickly motioned them out and closed the door. Even on the outside, however, they could hear her shrill, whining protest against any mention of Morley. "Now!" said Greenleaf as they went through the living room. "What do you make of that?" They left the house and stood on the sidewalk outside.
Tell me about it. Indeed, I should be glad if you would confide to me freely your situation and hopes, and then I shall be better able to help you." "I am almost ashamed to tell you how I was taken in," said our hero. "I suppose I ought to have been more prudent." He recounted the manner in which Greenleaf had robbed him. Mr.
Fulton failed, Miss Fulton gave up all her jewels, everything, to help meet his debts. Mrs. Withers refused to do this at least, she didn't do it." Both Bristow and Greenleaf caught the note of criticism in his voice. "Just what was the feeling between the two sisters?" pursued Bristow. Again Morley paused. "Oh, all right, if you don't feel like discussing that," his interrogator said smoothly.
Behind the door, in a corner seat, sat Mr Snow, and near him, Mr Greenleaf. He evidently felt he was not expected to remain, and made a movement to go, but Sampson laid his hand on his arm. "Hold on, Squire," he whispered; "as like as not they'd spare us, but I'm bound to see this through." There was a long pause.
I think I can remember the precise words: 'I have received a wound from the faithlessness of one lover, which never will heal. If you are the person, I hope the information will be as agreeable to you as her absence and ill-judging independence are to me. I wish you good morning." "Then she has heard!" said Greenleaf, soliloquizing. "I am justly punished." Then aloud.
Greenleaf," it cried, "we search in vain! He is not here! We are even more alone than we seem! Ah! where is that peerless chevalier, my beloved, accomplished, blameless, sagacious, just, valiant and amiable uncle? Come let us press on. Let not the fair sex find him first and snatch him from us forever!" The General's scorn showed only in his eyes as they met the blaze of Mandeville's.
Greenleaf, Missy was sure, loved Miss Princess better than anything else in the world: then how could she, even if she was "proud," twist things so foolishly? She had brought with her the blue-bound Anthology and a writing-pad and pencil. First she read a little "Lochinvar" it was she opened to. Then she meditated. Poor Young Doc! The whole unhappy situation was like poetry.
"Well, what is to become of a lady like this, a creature you think too bright, if not too good, for human nature's daily food?" "An easy prophecy. The destiny of a pretty woman is to catch lovers." "'The cat doth play, and after slay," said Greenleaf, laughing. "Play while you can, my dear boy; if she is a cat, you'll get the final coup soon enough.
From the kitchen, at intervals, came up doleful snatches of "Then you'll remember me," interrupted by hiccoughs, and with involuntary variations and cadenzas that would have driven "Balfy" mad. All was ready and they drove off. The house wherein had lived a Benefactor of Mankind was deserted. Greenleaf found a carriage for Mrs.
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