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She was one of Colonel Byrd's freighting ships just in from overseas. After a tempestuous voyage, and a narrow escape from the Spanish too, she had safely entered Chesapeake Bay and now, the wind serving but ill, she was slowly drifting up the river. Soon she would touch at the old colonial pier swarming with plantation negroes.
Byrd's chief value to the Wholesale House lay in the Fact that he could Meet all Comers and close up half the Places in Town, and then show up next Morning with a Clean Collar and a White Carnation, and send in word to lead out another Country Customer. Mr. Byrd's first Move was to take Jim to a Retreat that was full of Statuary and Paintings.
Of course Victoria has given up dancing since she came home from France, and poor Janet stopped going to parties the year she came out." This pitiless maternal classification of Janet aroused his amusement. "Well, I'd be glad to take Janet anywhere, even if her nose is a little longer than Mary Byrd's," he retorted.
They would pay him 800 pounds of beaver fur for the first year and 600 pounds a year thereafter. This looked good to Sir William. "I am in no such plentiful condition that I should refuse a good offer," he replied, "and therefore am likely to accept your and my cousin Byrd's offer." With the opening months of 1676 there were ominous rumblings of revolt.
She left them with a little smile of excuse, and they watched her tall figure join her husband. "James," said Mrs. Elliot irrelevantly, "why in the world don't you marry?" "Because, Constance," he smiled, "all the women I most admire in the world are already married." "A propos, have you seen Mr. Byrd's work?" she asked. "Only some drawings, from which I suspect him of genius.
But the great fireplaces of our ancestors yielded slowly, inch by inch, as it were; and something of the goodly proportions they yet had in Colonel Byrd's day, the hammer and chisel have shown at Westover. Some of the most interesting features of the work of putting an old homestead back into a period from which it has strayed, grow out of the very limitations.
There was no vice in the creature, but there was mighty little sense. He lived in awe of the great and rich, and a nod from a big planter would make him happy for a week. He used to deafen me with tales of Colonel Randolph, and worshipful Mr. Carew, and Colonel Byrd's new house at Westover, and the rare fashion in cravats that young Mr. Mason showed at the last Surrey horse-racing.
Byrd's, where Carlisle was to call for her in the car at five o'clock sharp, for their visit to the Bellingham. Carlisle now became conscious of a void, and ate five chocolates from a large adjacent box of them, the gift of J. Forsythe Avery. Life isn't all parties and beaux, as she sometimes remarked to Mattie Allen.... There came a knock upon the door, breaking the thread of culture.
He seems to have preferred waiting till he could attack "the Marquis," as they all called Lafayette, to advantage, to risking any considerable division in the mountains. And as he lay, the road by which he supposed Lafayette must come down from Raccoon Ford to protect Albemarle would expose him to a flank attack as he passed the head of Byrd's River.
She looked away from the mountains and smiled up at Johnny Byrd very much as the young princess in the fairy tale must have smiled at the all-conquering prince, and Johnny Byrd's blue eyes grew bluer and brighter and his voice dropped into intimate possessiveness. It didn't matter in the least what they talked about. They were absurdly merry, loitering behind the procession.
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