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Then Miss Pinckney's voice as from an upper window: "Dinah! Seth! what's that I hear? Get on with your work the pair of you and stop your chattering. You hear me?" When Phyl came down Richard Pinckney was in the garden smoking a cigarette and gathering some carnations. "They're for aunt," said he, "to propitiate her for my being late last night. I wasn't in till one.
His absurd Valley of the Giants blocks the outlet, and of course he persisted in refusing me a right of way through that little dab of timber in order to discourage me and force me to sell him that Squaw Creek timber at his price." "Yes," Shirley agreed, "I dare say that was his object. Was it reprehensible of him, Uncle Seth?" "Not a bit, my dear. He was simply playing the cold game of business.
Sunburnt and tall and kind of lank, but good-lookin'. He's got some crazy notion, Seth has, of buildin' a Magic City on his claim some time or other, but aside from that there ain't no fault to find with Seth. He's a mighty fine man." On the plains all waited for letters. Walsingham was no exception to the rule. Few came. He was too far away.
Didn't think I was cal'latin' to wear it, did you?" "No, but " "I should hope not. I ain't a Doctor Mary Walker, or whatever her name is." "But you did take it, just the same. I'm sartin you did. You must have." The lady's mouth relaxed, and there was a twinkle in her eye. "All right, Seth," she said. "Suppose I did; what then?" "I want it back, that's all." "You can have it.
Built of stone brought from great distances, stone of delicate pink from Tennessee, carved, wide of door, alight with windows, it was a marvel to those who came and stood by, watching the building of it. "A beautiful house," they called it. "A beautiful house!" There was no word of Seth in regard to the beautiful house that Cyclona failed to remember.
Had seen some service in the French War; was given command of the Northern Department, including Ticonderoga, Crown Point, Fort Stanwix, etc., February, 1777, as the one man who could unite the people of New York against the enemy. Gates declined to serve under him. SETH WARNER was on the way to Ticonderoga when he met St. Clair retreating.
He hoped to do something where he was. It was just then the beginning of the sugar season, and Mrs. Douglass having renewed and urged Earl's offer of help, Fleda sent Philetus down to ask him to come the next day with his team. Seth Plumfield's, which had drawn the wood in the winter, was now busy in his own sugar business. On Earl Douglass's ground there happened to be no maple-trees.
He knocked on the box and demanded of the occupant an account of himself, and the part he was bearing in this pleasant little episode, this beautiful little joke. Seth lifted up his muffled voice to say that it was no joke, at least to him. He explained his identity and denounced his captors, swearing vengeance to the last eyebrow. The conductor faced the crowd with disdainful severity.
Seth Atkins was a countryman, and a marked contrast to any individual Brown had ever met, but he was far from being a fool. He possessed a fund of dry common sense, and his comments on people and happenings in the world a knowledge of which he derived from the newspapers and magazines obtained on his trips to Eastboro were a constant delight.
"But thee know'st thyself as it's hearing the preachers thee find'st so much fault with has turned many an idle fellow into an industrious un. It's the preacher as empties th' alehouse; and if a man gets religion, he'll do his work none the worse for that." "On'y he'll lave the panels out o' th' doors sometimes, eh, Seth?" said Wiry Ben.
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