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To conceal the tremor of her hand she spread the documents upon her center-table and turned her back to the visitor. An odd rigidity crept over her. When she swung about to speak her voice was harsh, but her defiance had lessened. "I don't understand " "Oh! I guess you do. Anyhow, the whole story's there. You see, Armistead spilled that's why he jumped his bond; he was afraid of Melcher's gunmen.
"These were the motives inducing uncle to advise that Pierre and Paul be released from Calcutta imprisonment. Too, the murder of Oswald Langdon must be avenged." Sir Donald smiled at Alice's earnest explanations, but awaited her story's ending. "At length came a letter from London informing Uncle Thomas of Lanier arrivals and shadowings by his old-time helper. We soon after sailed for England.
Those statues, if we may trust the unvarying witness of judicious persons, are conceived and executed in a style altogether above the stone-cutting level of the day, and give proof of real imaginative power. Mr. Story's genius and culture, with the fresh spur of so marked a success, will, we are sure, produce other works to his own honor and that of his country.
The Doctor, whose business was also sensitive, nodded; and then he said, "But for all that, the story's old, Dick Turnbull older than you or I, my jolly good friend." "And best forgotten," interposed the host of the George. "Ay, best forgotten; but that it's not like to be," said the Doctor, plucking up courage.
Shadrach turned sharply in his direction. "I'M payin' attention to it," he snapped, "and that's enough. So you ain't goin' to tell, Mary-'Gusta, eh? Remember now, if you do tell it'll prove your story's true and David'll come out on top. Think it over." Evidently Mary-'Gusta was thinking it over. Her eyes filled with tears, but she shook her head. The Captain looked down at her.
"Well, sir," said Murphy, "I can't help if you don't believe; but it's truth what I am telling you, and pray don't interrupt me, though you may not believe; by the time the story's done you'll have heard more wonderful things than that, and besides, remember you're a stranger in these parts, and have no notion of the extraordinary things, physical, metaphysical, and magical, which constitute the idiosyncrasy of rural destiny."
"And a damned sight too much, too, you liar!" threw in Merriton, furiously, his face convulsed with passion, the veins on his temple standing out like whipcords. "Why, the whole story's a fake.
Not so; the story's whirling flood swept us forward to a juncture ever drawing nearer and clearer, clearer and crueler, where a certain man would have to choose between the woman he loved and that breadth and fruitfulness of life to which his splendid gifts imperiously pointed him. Oh, you story-tellers!
Maybe he's the original stone-cutter!" and the laugh that answered did credit to the joke. Meanwhile preparations for the picnic were being made in a number of localities, and the strings of this story's may-pole are again encircling a broad territory!
They made incessant trips to the old orchard and returned with caterpillars to feed five cavernous yellow-throated mouths. One warm sultry afternoon in June I sat in my old place by the springhouse, reading Story's Equity Jurisprudence and, closing the book, enjoyed the ease and peace of the lazy, if not the righteous.
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