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Bowen would let her join them in a theatre party that evening: they were New-Yorkers by birth, and it was to be a theatre party in the New York style; they were to be chaperoned by a young married lady; two young men cousins of theirs, just out from America, had taken the box. When Imogene returned home she told Mrs. Bowen that she had accepted this invitation. Mrs.
The first plan was for him to speak in Plymouth Church, but later considerations led to a change to Cooper Institute. Lincoln arrived in the city late in the week; on Sunday morning he heard Mr. Beecher preach. He sat in the Bowen pew, just back of the Beecher pew, in the morning; in the evening he arrived very late, and sat in a front pew, in the gallery, with Mr.
"See here, Miss Bowen, you really oughtn't to talk like that about people," expostulated Peter in a low tone, goaded thereto, despite his awe of Peg, by Felicity's anguish. "Bless you, boy," said Peg good-humouredly, "the only difference between me and other folks is that I say these things out loud and they just think them.
At Port Bowen, however, which in that year was closely examined, I am quite certain that no such thing was to be seen, even in the month of August, the cliffs being then quite clear of snow, except here and there a patch of drift.
I turned a look of reproach on the doctor, as I spoke the words so low, only he could hear them. "Am I really going to-morrow?" Mr. Bowen asked, his face turning deathly pale, "possibly to come back to see all your faces? Miss Selwyn, I hope you will look to me as I have always pictured you." "I think she will not disappoint your expectations," the doctor said, gallantly. "I dunno about that.
"And by Holy Jerusalem! they are good, too," claimed Captain Reilly, and turning to Bowen, he said: "Bowen, did you make these?" Bowen straightened himself up to his six foot two, clapped his heels together, and came to "attention," looked straight to the front, and replied: "Yes, sir." I thought I heard Captain Reilly say in an undertone to his neighbor, "The hell he did," but I was not sure.
Bowen followed his glance to a neighbouring table, where, at the moment, Undine Marvell was seating herself at Peter Van Degen's side, in the company of the Harvey Shallums, the beautiful Mrs. Beringer and a dozen other New York figures. She was so placed that as she took her seat she recognized Bowen and sent him a smile across the tables.
Undine felt only his crudeness, and the tacit criticism passed on it by the mere presence of such men as her husband and Bowen; but Mrs. Fairford' seemed to enjoy provoking him to fresh excesses of slang and hyperbole. Gradually she drew him into talking of the Driscoll campaign, and he became recklessly explicit.
Bowen might be thrilled by just such a vision of delight. I turned abruptly to tell Mrs. Flaxman I could never go back to the old life of selfish ease, when such opportunities for helpfulness were given me, when I met her face to face. She gave me a look I will never forget. "Medoline, can you forgive me those unjust suspicions?"
Bowen invited me to come here to dinner to-night," began Frank, rather nervously. "Yes, you are expected," said Susan, very much to his relief. "Wipe your feet, and come right in." Frank obeyed. "You are to go upstairs and get ready for dinner," said Susan, and she led the way to the same chamber into which our hero had been ushered the week before.
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