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Bushwick lamented, in a dramatized dejection, and crossed slowly back from the library to his place. "Why, haven't you got enough?" one of the men asked, amidst the gay clamor of the women. The ghost was gone again, and its evanescence was discussed with ready wonder.
One would suppose Lord North would not be quite so bitter, but he said in a recent speech that America must be made to fear the king; that he should go on with the king's plan until we were prostrate at his feet." "Not much will we get down on our knees to him," said Peter Bushwick.
It was she, and she was going to carry it through; she was going to triumph, and not fail. A lump came into his 96 throat, and a mist blurred his eyes, which, when it cleared again, left him staring at nothing. A girl's young voice uttered the common feeling, "Why, is that all?" "It is, till some one asks the ghost a question; then it will reappear," Bushwick rose to say.
The yawn came from Bushwick, who boldly owned, when his guilt was brought home to him, that he was sleepy, and then as he expected to be scared out of a year's growth the next night, and not be able to sleep for a week afterwards, he was now going to bed. He shook hands with Mrs. Westangle for good-night.
They were at the narrowest part of the peninsula, and Mr. Bushwick told about the barricade built by the first settlers at that point to protect the town from the Indians, and pointed to a large elm-tree which they could see quite a distance ahead. "That is the Liberty Tree," he said.
"Silent partner," Bushwick suggested. "I hope you'll always be silent," the girl shared in his drolling. She began and told the whole story to the last detail, sparing neither herself nor Verrian, who listened as if he were some one else not concerned, and kept saying to himself, "what courage!"
She went on up-stairs, with the sound of her laugh following her, and Verrian went gloomily back to the billiard-room, where he found most of the smokers conspicuously yawning. He lighted a fresh cigar, and while he smoked they dropped away one by one till only Bushwick was left. "Some of the fellows are going Thursday," he said. "Are you going to stick it out to the bitter end?"
"We grant to all Christian people of tender conscience, in England or elsewhere oppressed, full liberty to erect a colony between New England and Virginia in America, now within the jurisdiction of Peter Stuyvesant." Twenty-three families, most of them French, established a settlement on Long Island, at the place now called Bushwick.
But as Bushwick continued silently looking at him, the thing could not be left at this point, and he was obliged to ask of his own initiative, "How much do you know?" Bushwick leaned back in his chair, with his eyes still on Verrian's profile. "As much as Miss Macroyd could tell me."
I've been telling mother about it, and I don't feel at all the way she does. Do you?" "How does she feel? I must know that before I say." "Why, of course! I hadn't told you! She thinks it was a make-up between Miss Shirley and that Mr. Bushwick. But I say it couldn't have been. Do you think it could?"
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