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And now, if it's fixed up, it'll be the best house in Brookville." "That isn't saying much. See here, you've got to let me pass. If you want to sell I should think you would I don't see what you are worrying about. I don't suppose you are worrying for fear you may cheat the girl." "We ain't goin' to cheat the girl, but I dunno." Whittle stood aside, shaking his head, and Jim passed on.
There existed in Brookville two separate and distinct forums for the discussion of topics of public and private interest. These were the barroom of the village tavern, known as the Brookville House, and Henry Daggett's General Store, located on the corner opposite the old Bolton Bank Building. Mr.
"Only about ten days; but I have seen more iniquity in that time than I supposed the whole airth contained." Henry smiled at the fervid utterance of his companion. "You are from the North, I perceive," said he. "Yes, sir, I am from Brookville, State of Massachusetts, which, thank the Lord, is a long way from New Orleans!"
He was always talking about town improvements; wanted a town hall and courses of lectures, and a fountain playing in a park and a fire-engine, and the land knows what. He was a great hand to talk, Andrew Bolton was. And you see how he turned out!" "And mebbe he'd have done all those nice things for Brookville, Lois, if his speculations had turned out different," said Mrs. Daggett, charitably.
Jim Dodge watched the vacant window for a long minute; then with a muttered exclamation walked on toward the village. In the barroom of the Brookville House the flaring kerosene lamp lit up a group of men and half-grown boys, who had strayed in out of the chill darkness to warm themselves around the great stove in the middle of the floor.
"Are you do you find yourself becoming at all interested in the people about here? Of course it is easy to see you come to us from quite another world." She shook her head. "Oh, no," she said quickly. " If you mean that I am superior in any way to the people of Brookville; I'm not, at all. I am really a very ordinary sort of a person.
John to become eventually an industry as great as that of shipbuilding in its palmiest days. About the year 1888 the prospects of the St. John lime burners seemed particularly bright. Extensive operations were being carried on at Randolph, Robertson's Point, South Bay, Glencoe, Adelaide Road, Brookville and Drury's Cove.
Who gave the library, fixed up the building and all that? Must have cost something." The minister sat down with an assumption of ease he did not feel, facing the stranger who had already possessed himself of the one comfortable chair in the room. "The library," he said, "was given to the village by a Miss Orr, a young woman who has recently settled in Brookville.
One never counts on anything in New York. You can't, you know. Its mathematics are as high as its buildings, too high to take chances. But here why, I saw pretty near the whole village at that funny fair, didn't I?" "Well, yes, but Brookville is not a walled town. People not so desirable as those you saw at the fair have free entrance and egress. It is pretty late."
Of course everybody in the village would suppose she knew all about Lydia Orr. But the fact was she knew very little. The week before, one of her customers in Grenoble, in the course of a business transaction which involved a pair of chickens, a dozen eggs and two boxes of strawberries, had asked, in a casual way, if Mrs. Black knew any one in Brookville who kept boarders.
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