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He was often employed in private affairs by Philip, without being entrusted with the secret at the bottom of them. His mind was a confused one, and his style inexpressibly involved and tedious. "Poor master Hopper," said Granvelle, "did not write the best French in the world; may the Lord forgive him. He was learned in letters, but knew very little of great affairs."
In offering shelter to Mr. James Whitesides, alias "Humpy" Thompson, The Hopper's motives had not been wholly unselfish, as Humpy had been entrusted with the herding of poultry in several penitentiaries and was familiar with the most advanced scientific thought on chicken culture. The roadster was headed toward his home and The Hopper contemplated it in the deepening dusk with greedy eyes.
Housebreaking is a very different business from the forcible entry of country post-offices, and The Hopper was nervous. This particular house seemed utterly deserted. He stole upstairs and found doors open and a disorder indicative of the occupants' hasty departure. His attention was arrested by a small room finished in white, with a white enameled bed, and other furniture to match.
He tosses off a pony of Bourbon, but his face is not a delight to look upon, "Hopper, you'll be a d d rich man some day." "I cal'late to." "I do the dirty work. And because I ain't got no capital, I only get four per cent." "Don't one-twenty a day suit you?" "You get blasted near a thousand. And you've got horse contracts, and blanket contracts besides. I know you.
He was likewise too shrewd to be dragged into political discussions at the boarding-house table. He listened imperturbably to the outbursts against the Border Ruffian, and smiled when Mr. Abner Reed, in an angry passion, asked him to declare whether or not he was a friend of the Divine Institution. Hopper of all things desired.
She left him. He stared after her up the companionway, bit off a generous piece of tobacco, and ruminated. If to be a genius is to possess an infinite stock of patience, Mr. Hopper was a genius. There was patience in his smile. But it was not a pleasant smile to look upon. Virginia did not see it.
If you will recant your errors, you may receive a more merciful sentence, but if not, you, Andrew Hopper, are condemned to be burned alive; and you, Gretchen Hopper, to be drowned in a tank at the place of execution." Several other persons were brought up before the Inquisitors, the greater number of whom were condemned to death.
He laughed till he could hardly stand, while he described the method he had taken to elude his old master, and the comical scene that followed with him and the constable. "I knew his weak side," said he. "I knew where to touch him." Friend Hopper inquired whether he was not aware that it was wrong to tell falsehoods, and to get men drunk. "I suppose it was wrong," he replied.
Lamaire had acted like an honest and prudent man, throughout the whole transaction. His gratitude to Friend Hopper was unbounded, and he missed no opportunity to manifest it.
George's kinder demeanor towards Abel began shortly after the coming of the little Jan, and George himself accounted for it in the following manner: "You do be kind to me now, Gearge," said Abel, gratefully, as he stood one day, with the baby in his arms, watching the miller's man emptying a sack of grain into the hopper.
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