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"But Calderwell made it so emphatic, you see, about all the brothers. He said that William had lost his heart long ago; that Cyril hadn't any to lose; and that Bertram " "But, Mr. Arkwright, Bertram is is " Billy had moistened her lips, and plunged hurriedly in to prevent Arkwright's next words.
They had been put away with the manuscript of the completed song, which had not, fortunately, gone to the publishers. Billy had waited, intending to send them together. She was so glad, now, that she had waited. Just once, since Arkwright's last call, she had tried to sing that song. But she had stopped at the end of the first two lines.
The negro looked at the hobbledehoy for several seconds before he recognized in the lanky youth a little Arkwright boy whom he had known and played with in his pre-college days. Now there was such an exaggerated wistfulness in young Arkwright's attitude that Peter was amused. "Hello, Sam," he called. "What you doing out here?" The Arkwright boy turned with a start. "Aw, is that you, Siner?"
Doubtless, too, after Arkwright's visit of the afternoon, she would be in a position to tell Bertram the story of the suspended romance between Arkwright and Miss Greggory, and perhaps something, also, of her own efforts to bring the couple together again. On the whole, life did, indeed, look decidedly worth the living as Billy, with a contented sigh, turned over to go to sleep.
Captain Malu's little finger, which was broken, had more inevitableness in it than Bertie Arkwright's whole carcass. But then, the lady tourists had nothing by which to judge save appearances, and Bertie certainly was a fine-looking man. Bertie talked with Captain Malu in the smoking room, confiding to him his intention of seeing life red and bleeding in the Solomons.
Presently Bobbs came angling across the street toward the Siner cabin. As he entered the rickety gate, old Caroline called out: "Whut is you after, anyway, white man?" Bobbs turned cold, truculent eyes on the old negress. "A turkey roaster," he snapped. "Some o' you niggers stole Miss Lou Arkwright's turkey roaster." "Tukky roaster!" cried the old black woman, in great disgust.
A cotton-mill was first erected at Nottingham, driven by horses; and another was shortly after built, on a much larger scale, at Cromford, in Derbyshire, turned by a water-wheel, from which circumstance the spinning-machine came to be called the water- frame. Arkwright's labours, however, were, comparatively speaking, only begun. He had still to perfect all the working details of his machine.
He took the seat, and then fell silent, his eyes out the window. "I thought you said you you wanted to talk, she reminded him nervously, after a minute. "I did." He turned with disconcerting abruptness. "Alice, I'm going to tell you a story." "I shall be glad to listen. People always like stories, don't they?" "Do they?" The somber pain in Arkwright's eyes deepened.
That he was not the first inventor is clear, and it is equally clear that he must have been a man of very considerable and original mechanical genius. With Arkwright's patent, the rise of the cotton trade began. In 1786, Mr.
In adopting ARKWRIGHT'S system, the French have applied it to small machines, which occupy no more room than a common spinning-wheel. Among other branches in which the French mechanics have particularly distinguished themselves, since the revolution, is the making of astronomical and philosophical instruments. All the machines used here in coining have also been modified and improved.
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