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"Jeff," said Alston, earnestly, "you mustn't do that." He spoke unguardedly, and now that the words were out, he would have recalled them. But he made the best of a rash matter, and when Jeff frowned up at him, met the look with one as steady. "Why mustn't I?" asked Jeff. It was very quietly said. "I beg your pardon," Choate answered. "I spoke on impulse." "Yes. But I think you'd better go on."
Alston offered Jeffrey a smoke, and Jeff refused it. "See here," said he, "what's Madame Beattie up to?" Choate turned a startled glance on him. He did not see how Jeffrey, a stranger in his wife's house, should know anything at all was up. "She's been making things rather lively," he owned. "Who told you?" "Told me? I was in it, at the beginning.
Choate said he was sure it was devouring prey which it had just killed. He now asked Paul if he would like to try a cast. The boy assented eagerly. Bracing his feet in the bottom of the motor-boat he took good aim and let his harpoon fly. Paul had hardly hoped to hit the devil-fish.
He comes of plain people." "That's not it, Miss Amabel," said Choate gently. "He might have been spawned out of the back meadows or he might have been a Bracebridge." He bowed to her with a charming conciliation and Miss Amabel sat a little straighter. "If we don't accept him, it's because he's Weedon Moore."
But do you gather Esther has told other people she is afraid of me, or that she has told you only?" "Why, man," said Choate impatiently, "I tell you I've been her adviser. Our relations are those of client and counsel. Of course she's said it to nobody but me." "Not to Reardon," Jeff's inner voice was commenting satirically. "What would you think if you knew she had said it to Reardon, too?
Nobody but an ambassador and minister gets into that brilliant circle. On one occasion Mr. Choate saw me standing with the other guests outside the charmed circle and immediately left the diplomats, came to me, and said: "I am sure you would like to have a talk with the queen." He went up to Her Majesty, stated the case and who I was, and the proposition was most graciously received.
Her iron-grey hair was brushed smoothly back into its two braids, and her nightgown, with its tiny edge, was of the most pronouncedly sensible cut, of high neck and long sleeves. Yet there was nothing uncouth about her in her elderly ease of dress and manner. She was a wholesome woman, and the heart of her son turned pathetically to her. "Mary gone to bed?" he asked. "Yes," said Mrs. Choate.
But when I threaten to take Jeff's case to him, if Mr. Choate won't stir himself, Anne says I sha'n't even speak to him. He isn't nice, she thinks. I don't know who told her." "Choate, my dear," said Madame Beattie. "He's afraid Moore will get hold of you. He's blocking your game, that's all." Madame Beattie, the next day, did go to Weedon Moore's office.
Choate, not as scholarly, and perhaps not more illogical, who firmly believe that our compromises on the question of Slavery have afforded examples of both the species above described. It is not unnatural, therefore, that, while they assent to his general theory, they should protest against his mode of applying it to particulars.
Choate, at all events, had not the heart for the task, and went back to Baltimore to lead the forlorn hope with gallant fidelity and with an eloquence as brilliant if not so grand as that of Mr. Webster himself. A majority of the convention divided their votes very unequally between Mr. Fillmore and Mr.
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