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"It's now about four o'clock of a Friday afternoon," he remarked, "and if we could only run across Jim Pettigrew, and he got interested in our story, why it might not be too late to get the little write-up arranged before they went to press tonight." Thad was all animation. "Fine! Let's rush around to the Courier office and see Jim!" he hastened to say.
Uncle Eb was to meet me at the jersey City depot. Before going I, with others who had been complimented for bravery, went to see the president. There were some twenty of us summoned to meet him that day. It was warm and the great Lincoln sat in his shirt-sleeves at a desk in the middle of his big office.
Farrington came to see me at the office this afternoon, and laid a plan before me. It seems that he and Mrs. Farrington and Elise are going to Paris for the winter, and he brought from himself and his wife an invitation for you to go with them." "Oh!" said Patty.
So, one day, when I was in my office alone, Lizzy came to me, looking like a dead body out of which the soul had been crushed. She had been hurt, I told you: she came to me with an open letter in her hand. It was from the manager of one of the second-rate opera-troupes. The girl can sing, and has a curious dramatic talent, her only one. "'It is all I am capable of doing, she said.
He was eighty years old at the time he came into the office, and blind, as well, but he was not too old to undertake mighty enterprises." "When was it he lived?" asked Andrea meditatively. "Oh, many, many years ago I am inclined to think it must have been at least five or six hundred."
But the husband had regained a fresh hold on life. He took an eager interest in the estate and woke up the people. Now he held the reins; managed everything, gave orders and paid the bills. One day his wife came into the office and asked him for a thousand crowns to buy a piano. "What are you thinking of?" said the husband. "Just when we are going to re-build the stables!
And she added with a touch of defiance: "It's a little street, three blocks above Hawthorne, off East Street." "Oh yes," he said vaguely, as though he had not understood. "I'll come with you as far as the bridge along the canal. I've got so much to say to you." "Can't you say it to-morrow?" "No, I can't; there are so many people in the office so many interruptions, I mean.
A little to the office, and so with Sir J. Minnes, Sir W. Batten, and myself by coach to White Hall, to the Duke, who, after he was ready, did take us into his closett.
"In the communications sent me by various labor organizations protesting against the retention of Miller in the Government Printing Office, the grounds alleged are twofold: 1, that he is a non-union man; 2, that he is not personally fit.
The king entered his closet, wrote several letters, and gave them to a footman, who presented them to La Fayette for inspection. The general appeared indignant that he should be deemed capable of such an unworthy office as acting the spy over the king's acts; he was desirous that the thraldom of the monarch should at least preserve the outward appearance of liberty.
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