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Pete and his companion watched them for a while. Presently Pete attracted Brevoort's attention by moving a finger. "Hear anything?" he whispered. "I hear 'em eatin'," said Brevoort. He was afraid to use the word "horses." Pete nodded. "Speakin' of eatin' you hungry, Ed?" "Plumb empty. But I didn't know it till you asked me."
I dined with him at the Brevoort House one night, and took him around first to one of the bunk-houses and then to various others, and also into the tenement region around Cherry Street. "Keep close to me," I told Besant as we entered the bunk house, "don't linger;" so we went to the top floor. The strips of canvas arranged in double tiers were full of lodgers.
But even though the vice-like grip of his arms had been a moment or two overlong, Mrs. Brevoort made no protest; she only smiled at his discomposure and said somewhat ambiguously: "Don't look so distressed, Mr. Douglass. I alone am to blame for that slip; and there have been no consequences." He took her extended hand and shook it heartily.
And he thought of Ed Brevoort and wondered where Brevoort was, and if he were in need of money. Dr. Andover, making his afternoon rounds, stepped in briskly, glanced at Pete's flushed face, and sitting beside him on the cot, took his pulse and temperature with that professional celerity that makes the busy physician. "A little temperature. Been out today?" "For a couple of hours." Andover nodded.
Writing to Brevoort from Philadelphia, March 16, 1811, he says: "The people of Baltimore are exceedingly social and hospitable to strangers, and I saw that if I once let myself get into the stream I should not be able to get out under a fortnight at least; so, being resolved to push home as expeditiously as was honorably possible, I resisted the world, the flesh, and the devil at Baltimore; and after three days' and nights' stout carousal, and a fourth's sickness, sorrow, and repentance, I hurried off from that sensual city."
Abbey, Lawrence Barrett, and many other friends met us including the much-dreaded reporters. When we landed, I drove to the Hotel Dam, Henry to the Brevoort House. There was no Diana on the top of the Madison Square Building then the building did not exist, to cheer the heart of a new arrival as the first evidence of beauty in the city.
It's really rather fun to go to the Brevoort with him and watch his pleasingly plump wife remonstrate while he orders luncheon. "Oh Tomothy Tom!" she groaned one showery April day, "those are all starchy, sweety, fatty things! Don't order another food! Or I'll want to eat them too, I shouldn't have another ounce, I shouldn't!"
The girl was taller and more slender than Boca yet in the close-up which followed, while her lover told her of the tribulations he had recently experienced, the girl's face was the face of Boca the same sweetly curved and smiling mouth, the large dark eyes, even the manner in which her hair was arranged . . . Pete nudged Brevoort. "I reckon we better drift," he whispered. "How's that, Pete?"
I had an elegant dinner at the club rooms, with the gentlemen who had been out on the September hunt, and other members of the club. After dinner, in company with Mr. Hecksher who acted as my guide I started out on the trail of my friend, Ned Buntline, whom we found at the Brevoort Place Hotel. He was delighted to see me, and insisted on my becoming his guest.
In that moment she hated Constance Brevoort with all the fervor of her strong young aching heart. For as she stood there, torn by passion and pulsating with joy at the sight of him whom she had deemed lost to her forever, she saw the black eyes cautiously open and close again, the rose-red lips curve in a peculiar smile, and the white arms tighten about Douglass's neck.
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