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In fancy's eye, I saw a marlinspike where Macbeth saw the dagger, and snuffed the fragrance of a tar-bucket in every breeze. The brig Clarissa was then preparing to take in cargo for Maranham and Para, ports on the north coast of Brazil, which had just been thrown open to American commerce. The Clarissa was a good-looking, substantial vessel, of about two hundred tons burden, belonging to Jere.
To tell you the truth," the young man confided, glancing around and lowering his voice so that no one should share the momentous information, "I was lucky enough to pick up a small share in Jere Moore's racing stable at Newmarket, the other day. I fancy I know a little more about gee-gees than I do about the inside of motors, what?"
It was just a strip, queer, official looking, with a few lines typed upon it and a black heading that sprang out at one strangely. They read it together or tried to. At first they got no sense from it. Paris from clear off in France and then the words below and Maw's name at the top, just like the address on the newspaper: MRS. JERE HAYNES, Stony Brook, New York. It was for Maw all right.
Jere Clemens, of Alabama, submitted a resolution instructing the Committee on Military Affairs to inquire into the expediency of conferring by law the brevet rank of lieutenant general on Major-General Scott, "with such additional pay and allowances as might be deemed proper, in consideration of the distinguished services rendered to the republic by that officer during the late war with Mexico."
All night Clem had babbled languidly of many things, of "a hunded thousan' hatchin' aigs," and "a thousan' brillion dollahs," of "Mahstah Jere" and "Little Miss," of a visiting Cousin Peavey whom he had been obliged to "whup" for his repeated misdemeanors; and darkly and often had he whispered, so low I could scarcely hear it, of an enemy that was entering the room with a fell design.
I guess I'll never make the trip to the Rio Grande we were planning to-night just before I came here." "The Black Bears?" asked Jimmie. "Were they planning a trip to the Rio Grande?" Fremont nodded and pointed toward the door. "Anyway," he said, "you can get me out of this suspense. You can let me know, if you want to, whether I am going to the Rio Grande or to the Tombs." "Jere!
They jointly separated the knapsack from the things tied to it, and the painter let the boy carry the easel and campstool which developed themselves from their folds and hinges, and brought the colors and canvas himself to the spot he had chosen. The boy looked at the tag on the easel after it was placed, and read the name on it Jere Westover. "That's a funny name."
If one or two aged persons complained that they could not sleep as sweetly during sermon-time in the now clear atmosphere of the church, and that the parson's eye was keener than before, why, that was a mere detail, and could not be avoided; what was the loss of a little sleep compared with the discoloration of Mrs. Jere Burbank's white ostrich feather and the smarting of Mrs. Jere Burbank's eyes?
"You have another slave, Miss Caroline, another that refuses manumission another bit of personal property, clumsy but willing." "Thank you, Major, I need your kindness more than I might seem to need it. Good night!" and even then she gave me a rose, with the same coquetry, I doubt not, that had once made Colonel Jere Lansdale quick to think of his pistols when another evoked it.
"And she always says 'diddy-you' instead of 'dij-you," broke in my namesake, who, loitering near us, had overheard the name of Mrs. Potts. "That will do, Calvin!" said his father, shortly. It seemed to me that the still young life of Solon was fast being blighted. A graver charge than frivolity was soon to be brought against the widow of the late Colonel Jere Lansdale.
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