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Updated: June 29, 2025
And the poor wife! Poor my Modeste! She fold the arms and raise the head, but the heart is broken." "Jove! I almost wish they had driven us out! Dear señora " Russell and Benicia were walking up and down the corridor "we have become friends, true friends, as sometimes happens not often between man and woman.
"Enchiladas? You have them! Now, both you go over to the corner and talk not loud, for I wish to hear my friend read." Russell, lifting his shoulders, did as he was bidden. Benicia, with a gay laugh, kissed her mother and flitted like a butterfly about the room, singing gay little snatches of song. "Oh, mamacita, mamacita," she chanted. "Thou wilt not believe thou hast lost thy little daughter.
You have the heart of rock! You chip it off in little pieces, one to-day, another to-morrow, and give to the woman. I, señor, I love Benicia, and I marry her. You understand? Si you take her, I cut the heart from your body. You understand?" "I understand. We understand each other." Russell lifted his cap.
I was for a moment tempted, by the contagion of muscular electricity last evening, to try the gloves with the Benicia Boy, who looked in as a friend to the noble art; but remembering that he had twice my weight and half my age, besides the advantage of his training, I sat still and said nothing. There is one other delicate point I wish to speak of with reference to old age.
The summer is waning with the day as I turn from the Avenue into Benicia Street. This is the hour when the fly cedes to the mosquito, as the Tuscan poet says, and, as one may add, the frying grasshopper yields to the shrilly cricket in noisiness.
I was not ashamed nor sorry because of that first day's orgy at Benicia, and I thought no more about it, returning gladly to my books and studies. Long years were to pass ere I looked back upon that day and realised its significance. At the time, and for a long time afterward, I was to think of it only as a frolic.
Captains and crews deserted for the gold-mines, and now half the city in front of Montgomery Street is built over the hulks thus abandoned. But Dr. Semple, at that time, was all there was of Benicia; he was captain and crew of his ferry boat, and managed to pass our party to the south side of Carquinez Straits in about two days.
The moon was so bright, its light so broad and silver, they almost could imagine they saw the gorgeous mass of colour in the pools below. "You no have seaweed like that in Boston," said Benicia, who had a comprehensive way of symbolizing the world by the city from which she got many of her clothes and all of her books. "Indeed, no!" said Russell.
But that is not what Coleman fears. It's Federal interference. They're trying to get General Wool to give them rifles from the arsenal at Benicia, perhaps a gunboat from the navy yard." "That means civil warfare," Broderick said, aghast. Alice Windham rose and the two men with her. She took an arm of each.
Governor Johnson, being again appealed to, concluded to go to work regularly, and telegraphed me about the 1st of June to meet him at General Wool's headquarters at Benicia that night. I went up, and we met at the hotel where General Wool was boarding. Johnson had with him his Secretary of State.
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