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Everybody who looked at the two pictures, the original masterpiece by Robie and its reproduction by Prang, side by side, was puzzled to distinguish which was which, many pointing to the reproduction as the better, and in their eyes, therefore as the original picture.
"If they should suspect you, let Master Putnam know, and he will get you off, if wit and money together can do it." "Oh, I believe that," said the jailer. "Master Putnam is well known in all these parts, as a man that never deserts a friend; and I'll warrant you are one of the same grit." "My hand on it, Robie!" and he shook the jailer's hand warmly. "I shall never forget this service."
In resumed silence we must have travelled a mile and a half, or two miles, when Miss Gilchrist let down the sash with a clatter, and thrust her head and mamelone cap forth into the night. "Robie!" Robie pulled up. "The gentleman will alight." It was only wisdom, for we were nearing Swanston. I rose. "Miss Gilchrist, you are a good woman; and I think the cleverest I have met." "Umph," replied she.
All of which was strange tribute to Jerry's ears, for, back at the Notch, poor Si Robie had always been dubbed the "funniest" child in the school and he had been "simple." Jerry did not know exactly how valuable a good "forward" was to any school but, she told herself, she knew she was going to like Ginny Cox. In the gymnasium the girls found Graham with a group of boys.
See, there are some of its feathers!" And three yellow feathers were seen floating in the air; being small chicken feathers with which he had been provided that very morning by Uncle Robie, the jailer; and which the adroit Master Raymond rightly thought would have a prodigious effect. And the result was fully equal to his expectations.
And now wealthy Master Philip English and his wife were both in prison; and he daily concocting plans by which he might find himself on the deck of the fastest sailer of all those twenty-one vessels of his. Uncle Robie had thought this might be also a good opportunity for Dulcibel.
"I am a rough, ignorant man," replied Robie quietly; "but I know gentle blood when I see it." "What time of night will suit you best?" "Just about twelve o'clock at night. That is the time all the ghosts and goblins and weetches choose; and when all honest people are in their beds, and in their first and soundest sleep."
When I entered the public-house again, I looked for my son, but he was not there. "What have ye made of Robie?" said I to my comrades. "Has he no been wi' ye?" answered they; "he left the house just after ye." Mortal man cannot describe the fear, agony, and consternation that fell upon me. The sweat burst upon my brow as though it had been the warmest day in summer.
But daylight began to break just as we were about Danskin, and my curiosity to see the stranger's face to make out who he was or what he was, or whether he was a Frenchman, or one of our own countrymen was becoming altogether insupportable. But, just with the first peep of day, I got a glimpse of his countenance. I started back for full five yards the musket dropped out of my hands! "Robie!
But now, wouldn't go riding to-night with the handsomest woman in America, and the best cutter in Rock River." "Oh! you've got both feet in the grave up t' the ankles, anyway," said Robie, from his desk, but the Judge immovably gazed at the upper shelf on the other side of the room, where the boilers and pans and washboards were stored.
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