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Then they all talked of the old roads and streets and the Collect which was a great marshy pond, and the canal through Lispenard's meadows over to the North River, where present Canal Street runs. In the Collect proper there was a beautiful clear lake where people went fishing. A great hill stood on Broadway, and had to be cut down more than twenty feet.
You can't expect men of the Most variety, however, to draw such distinctions." "I do wish they would settle it, without troubling me," groaned Ray. "Lispenard's right. A man's a fool who votes, or serves on a jury, or joins a regiment. What's the good of being a good citizen, when the other fellow won't be? I'm sick of being good for nothing." "Have you just discovered that?" laughed Ogden.
"Lispenard's always trying to hit things off in epigrams, and sometimes he's very foolish." Then she turned to Miss Leroy. "It was very nice, your knowing Mr. Stirling." "I only met him that once. But he's the kind of man somehow that you remember. It's curious I've never heard of him since then."
You know that what he says is the real truth." "Lispenard's always trying to be clever." "Yes. What do you suppose he said to me as I came away!" "What?" "He shook my hand, laughing, and said, 'Exit villain. It is to be a comedy, not a tragedy. What could he mean?"
This sturdy retainer, having served a short time in Mr. Lispenard's troop and performed him some trifling services, had ten years after the war turned up with a calm and most surprising assumption of his old commander's responsibility for his entire existence, and since that time had lived on his ex-lieutenant's bounty.
Lispenard's elderly housekeeper, who, after ushering Miss Maitland into the high-ceiled parlor, betook herself to the region below stairs, where she definitely expressed herself to the cook. "Sure it's a divil the masther is wid the ladies till this very day and him only about four minutes inside of eighty!" "A lady calling, is it?" inquired the cook, with interest. "Sure a young wan.
Still Peter said nothing. "Are you sure she didn't give you a chance to have more of her society?" Lispenard was smiling. "Ogden," said Peter gently, "you are behaving contemptibly and you know it." The color blazed up into Lispenard's face and he rose, saying: "Did I understand you aright?" The manner and attitude were both threatening though repressed.
The dawn of the nineteenth century saw 60,000 people in the city of New York and the town extending a mile up the island. Above the city were farms and orchards and the country homes of the wealthy. Where Broadway ended there was a patch of country called Lispenard's Meadow, and about this time a canal was cut through it from the Collect Pond to the Hudson River.
It is very," Miss De Voe paused a moment, "it is very sad to love without being loved." And so ended Lispenard's comedy. Lispenard went back with Peter to the city. He gave his reason on the train: "You see I go back to the city occasionally in the summer, so as to make the country bearable, and then I go back to the country, so as to make the city endurable. I shall be in Newport again in a week.
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