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"'Haughty solitudes'!" Christine derided. Mrs. Bogardus sighed with impatience, and Moya's face became set. "Well, here he quotes again," she haughtily resumed. "Anybody who is tired of this can be excused. Emerson won't mind, and I'm sure Paul won't!" She looked a mute apology to Paul's mother, who smiled and said, "Go on, dear.
But setting conduct aside, for we are not prepared to judge, it is merely a matter of time our getting in there, now that we know where he is." "How much time?" Mrs. Bogardus opened her ashen lips to say. The colonel's face fell. "Mr. Winslow reports heavy snows for the past week, soft, clogging snow, too deep to wade through and too soft to bear.
This elevation gave room for the incongruous tower bedroom that had hurt the symmetry of the old house, spoiled its noble sweep of roof, and given rise to so much unpleasant conjecture as to its use. It was this excrescence, the record of those last unloved and unloving years of her father's life, which Mrs. Bogardus would have removed, but was prevented by her son.
"He will die if I touch him. Take away his hands." It was done, with set teeth, and the face of the football hero was bathed in sweat. He breathed through tense nostrils, and a sickly whiteness spread backward from his lips. Suddenly he loosed his burden. It fell, doubling in a ghastly heap, and he rushed for the open air. Mrs. Bogardus groaned.
They all have a little money cached here and there. And they can't get lost, you know!" Moya's eyes shone with a suspicious brightness. "'When the forest shall mislead me; When the night and morning lie." She turned her swimming eyes upon Paul's mother, who would be sure to remember the quotation. Mrs. Bogardus remained perfectly still, her lips slightly parted. She grew very pale.
I wanted Chauncey to tell you. All last week I tried to get a woman, or a man, to come and help me clear out that place, but just as soon as they find out what's wanted 'You'll have to get somebody else for that job, they say." "What is the matter with them?" "It's the room, Mrs. Bogardus; if I was you I'm doing now just as I'd be done by I would not take Mrs.
"They were up against it right then and there, and the party split upon it. Three of them went on, for help, as they put it, and Paul stayed behind with the wounded man." "Paul stayed alone?" Mrs. Bogardus uttered with hoarse emphasis. "Was not that a very strange way to divide? Among them all, I should think they might have brought the man out with them."
There was also on the ship Everardus Bogardus, the first minister of the colony, as well as Adam Rolandsen, the first school-master. This school-master had a hard time of it in the new country, for not being able to make a living by his teaching, he was forced to do all kinds of other work. He even took in washing for a time! By this time negro slaves were being brought to the colony from Africa.
Moya teased, as she admired the beautifully drawn plans for the quarrymen's club-house. "It doesn't need any apology; it's a very good thing," said Mrs. Bogardus, ignoring double meanings. No caps that were flying around ever fitted her head. Paul's dreams and his mother's practical experience had met once more on a common ground of philanthropy.
"'First Sergeant or Second, it's all one to me," said Mrs. Bogardus. "I never know one call from another, except when the gun goes off." "Mamsie! 'When the gun goes off! What a civilian way of talking. You are not getting on at all with your military training. Now let me give you some useful information.
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