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They thought every man in Bennington and indeed, as far east as Brattleboro and Westminster must have come to defend James Breckenridge's farm, and they clamored loudly to return to the Twenty-Mile Line and safety.
He determined to march with part of his force to Bennington, twenty-five miles south of Manchester, and about the same distance from Stillwater. In this position he would easily be able to carry out either of the objects he had in view, assist Schuyler, cover Bennington, or get in a telling blow somewhere, when least expected.
Morrissy stepped back, red in the face. But he recognized the disadvantage of his position. He was one step lower than his accuser. "Go on," said Bennington, his voice now hard and metallic; "go on down. There'll be no rough and tumble here. I won't give you that satisfaction."
Bennington found her looking at him with the soul brimming to the very surface of her great eyes. "I think you may come up on my rock," she said simply after a moment. They skirted the base of the dike together until they had reached the westernmost side. There Bennington was shown the means of ascent, which he had overlooked before because of his too close examination of the cliff itself.
But I tell you truly, baby boy, she will always be handsome, because you wouldn't understand if I told you, but you will some day." "Oh, Asher, the new baby is splendid, and Mrs. Bennington is ever so well," Virginia said, coming up to where he sat waiting for her. "They call her Josephine after Mr. Bennington's mother. Thaine will never be lonely here, as we have been.
It is impossible to describe how these great friendships come about; generally they begin with some insignificant trifle, soon forgotten. Warrington had licked Bennington in the boyhood days; why, I doubt that the Recording Angel himself remembers. So the friendship began with secret admiration on one side and good-natured toleration on the other.
The velvety richness of the petals leaning toward him above the drooping grace of their stems made him pause in realization of the absurdity of his anger. A feeling to which he had been a stranger swept over him. It was like a breaking instinct of dependableness; and then he called up Dr. Bennington. "Well, he has gone!" he told the doctor, desperately.
Bennington would live across the street. When two and two make four, what more need be said? But Patty had her friends, and they stood by her loyally. New York.
On the table lay his manuscript, and the ink was hardly dried on the last word of it. Outside a poor-will began to utter its weird call. The candle before him sputtered, and burned again with a clear flame. Bennington awoke early the next morning, a pleased glow of anticipation warming his heart, and almost before his eyes were opened he had raised himself to leap out of the bunk.
No Ticonderoga, no Bennington, could wipe out that outrageous treachery, or efface the villainy of what was done to Schuyler the man who knew no fear, the officer without reproach.
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