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"One of the 'old masters, eh?" chuckled Bodley. "Perhaps. I do not think you will care to pay my price, sir," said the storekeeper, with dignity. "I've got a customer for it. He seen it down to the dance and he wants it. What's your price?" repeated Bodley. "I thought some of sending it to New York to be valued," Hopewell said slowly.
Hopewell had kinder inoculated me with other guess views on these matters, so he began to throw up bankments and to picket in the ground, all round for defence like. "'Hope, sais he, 'is the attribute of a Christian, Slick, for he hopes beyond this world; but I changed on principle.
The engrossing nature of his occupation as engineer did not hinder DesBarres from being an ambitious land speculator. In 1765 he obtained, in conjunction with General Haldimand and one or two others, a grant of the Township of Hopewell, comprising 100,000 acres on the Petitcodiac river.
"I wouldn't trust none o' ye farther than I could sling an elephant by his tail! As for Hopewell Drugg he never was no good, and he never will be wuth ha'f as much again!" "Well, well, well," chuckled Uncle Jason, easily. "How did this here sufferin-yet l'arn so much about the tribes o' men? I 'spect she was a spinster lady?" "She was a Miss Pogannis," was the tart reply. "Ya-as," drawled Mr. Day.
"If you was to talk for ever, Minister," said Mr. Slick, "you couldn't say more than the Prince de Joinville's hoss on that subject." The interruption was very annoying; for no man I ever met, so thoroughly understands the subject of colonial government as Mr. Hopewell. His experience is greater than that of any man now living, and his views more enlarged and more philosophical.
Mis' Scattergood never had no use for them Druggs. She said they was dreamers and never did amount to nothin'. Mis' Scattergood's allus been re'l masterful." Janice nodded. She could imagine that the bird-like old lady she had met on the boat could be quite assertive if she so chose. "Anyhow," said Aunt 'Mira, reflectively, "Hopewell stopped shinin' about 'Rill all of a sudden.
As Janice and the ex-schoolmistress sat sewing in the big Drugg kitchen, Hopewell would often linger in the shed room with his violin, when there were no customers, and play the few pieces he had, in all these years, managed to "pick out" upon his father's old instrument. "Silver Threads Among the Gold" was the favorite especially with Lottie.
"No," Massey said reflectively, and now looked with some pity at the helpless man. "Alcohol never did exhilarate Hopewell. It just dopes him. It does some folks. And it doesn't take much to do it." "Then Hopewell Drugg has been in the habit of drinking?" asked Bowman, in surprise. "You have seen him this way before?" "No, he hasn't.
A favorite slide of the Poketown young people was from the head of the street on which Hopewell Drugg's store was located, down the hill, past the decayed dock on which Janice had first seen little Lottie Drugg, and on across the frozen inlet to the wooded point in which Lottie declared the echo dwelt.
You know, Janice, he is the sweetest-tempered man that ever lived. "And that is what hurts me more than anything else," sobbed the bride, dabbling her eyes with her handkerchief. "When they say Hopewell gets intoxicated, and is cruel to me and to Lottie, it seems as though as though I could scratch their eyes out!"
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