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Doctor Blecker looked at her, unsmiling, critical. She could see, too, a strange face beside him, a motherly, but a keen, harsh-judging face. "Grey," said Mrs. Sheppard, "I wish we could go behind the scenes. Can we? I want to talk to Lizzy this minute." "To tell her she is at the Devil's work, Mrs. Sheppard, eh?" Doctor Blecker pulled at his beard, angrily. "Suppose you and I let her alone.
"I'm doubtin'," in an aside, "it's all over wid him. I'll howld the lantern, Zur." "You, Blecker?" McKinstry muttered, as he opened his eyes with his usual pleased smile. "We've lost the day?" "Yes. No matter now, Mac. Quiet one moment," cutting the boot from his leg. "Not fifty of my boys escaped," a sort of spasm passing over his face. "Tell them at home they fought nobly, nobly."
"And Grey, and the twins, and the four boys bedaubed with molasses, and the dog, and the cooking?" "Stowed away somewhere," the Captain mildly responded. Dr. Blecker was testy. "You know Joseph, her brother? I mean our candidate for Congress next term?" "Yes. Democratic. J. Schuyler Gurney, give him his name, Mac. Republican last winter. Joseph trims to wind and tide well.
Paul Blecker, too, waiting back yonder among the trees, saw McKinstry and his companion, and read the same story that Grey did, but in a different fashion. "The girl loves him."
They knew him better, they thought, than they did Daniel McKinstry, who had grown up among them, just as mild and silent when he was a tow-haired boy as now, a man of forty-five. He touched his hat to them now, and went on, while Blecker leaned on the carriage-doors, his brown face aglow with fun, his uneasy fingers drumming boyishly on the panel.
"Nothing more to be done. Parr's out of lint, did you know? He's enough to provoke Job, that fellow! I warned him especially about lint and supporters. Why, Blecker, you are worn out," looking at him closer. "It has been a hard fight." "Yes, I am tired; it was a hard fight." "I must find Parr about that lint, and" Paul walked to the window, breathing heavy draughts of the fresh morning air.
There was something more, in the girl's face, that, people called gentle and shy: a weak, uncertain chin; thin lips, never still an instant, opening and shutting like a starving animal's; gray eyes, dead, opaque, such as Blecker had noted in the spiritual mediums in New England. "I'm glad it is McKinstry she loves, and not I," he said.
When the sun was down, the nipping northeaster grew sharper, swept about the little valley, rattled the bare-limbed trees, blew boards off the corn-crib that Doctor Blecker had built only last week, tweaked his nose and made his eyes water as he came across the field clapping his hands to make the blood move faster, and, in short, acted as if the whole of that nook in the hills belonged to it in perpetuity.
The fishes are perhaps unrivalled for variety and beauty by those of any one spot on the earth. The celebrated Dutch ichthyologist, Dr. Blecker, has given a catalogue of seven hundred and eighty species found at Amboyna, a number almost equal to those of all the seas and rivers of Europe.
"My brother couldn't have been kinder to me than you were to-night." "Good bye, Zur." The rough thrust out his great fist eagerly. "God open the gate wide for yer Honor, the night," clearing his voice, as he went out. "I'm going, then, Blecker?" Paul could not meet the womanish blue eyes turned towards him: he turned abruptly away. "Why! why! Tut!
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