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"Have you been over to Brooklyn?" he continued curiously. "No, sir." "I thought you had; it is so long since we parted." "I've had quite an adventure in the meantime." "Indeed? You didn't meet Chris Holtzmann or this Aaron Woodward, did you?" "I met Mr. Woodward's son," I replied, and in a brief way I related my adventures. Mr. Harrison listened with deep interest.
But that had been all. There was a sort of compact, Katie knew, that there should be no other Tudor marriage. Charley was not now the scamp he had been, but still it was understood that her love was not to win its object. 'I will never go from you, mamma. But Mrs. Woodward's heart was not hard as the nether millstone.
Woodward had no gin, but she could send out and get it; and the first evening of Captain Cuttwater's visit saw Mrs. Woodward's own parlour-maid standing at the bar of the Green Dragon, while two gills of spirits were being measured out for her.
Woodward's library, the merchant closed the door behind me and then invited me to take a seat beside his desk, at the same time throwing himself back in his easy chair. "I suppose you thought it rather singular that I should send for you," he said by way of an opening. "Yes, sir, I did," was all I could reply. "I thought as much. It was only an impulse of mine, sir, only an impulse.
Barney, as we have said before, was a keen observer, and having watched him from a remote corner of the garden in which he was temporarily engaged among some flowers, he came at once to the conclusion that Woodward's mind was burdened with something which heavily depressed his spirits, and occupied his whole attention.
But at the session following the order, the Norwich deputies informed the Court that, owing to differences existing among their townsmen, they had not seen fit to urge its commands upon their people. Upon learning that Mr. Woodward's family were actually suffering, the Court appointed a date, and ordered the Norwich constables to produce at the time set a receipt, signed by Mr.
"I have already given orders for that," replied his wife. He then hurried out and left them, evidently much gratified by Woodward's visit. O'Connor and the latter having scanned each other by a glance or two, bowed with that extreme air of politeness which is only another name for a want of cordiality.
When we had nearly finished there was a knock on the door, and Kate admitted Mr. Woodward's errand boy. He had a note for me. It contained but a single sentence: "Please call at my house this evening about nine o'clock." I read the note over with interest, and then informed the others of what it contained. "Shall you go?" asked Kate, anxiously. "I suppose I might."
Roger, you've got a level head on your shoulders, and we can't do any better than follow your advice," returned my uncle. I did but little sleeping that night. For a long time I lay awake thinking over my future actions. Then when I did fall into a doze my rest was broken by dreams of the fire at the tool house and Mr. Woodward's attack.
You'll be erbleege to stop in Gullettsville to-night, an' in case er accidents you thes better tie this on your coat." The old mountaineer produced a small piece of red woollen string, and looped it in Woodward's button-hole. "Ef any er the boys run up wi' you an' begin to git limber-jawed," league continued, "thes hang your thum' in that kinder keerless like, an' they'll sw'ar by you thereekly.
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