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The grave of Clarkson is near the church, enclosed by a railing, and marked by a simple white marble slab; it is carefully tended, and planted with flowers.
Smithson. "That's the extraordinary part of it." Mr. Clarkson turned and eyed him; removed the pipe from his mouth, and, after hesitating a moment, replaced it with a jerk. "She says she'd rather be faithful to his memory," continued the persevering Mr. Smithson, "but his wishes are her law. She said so to my missis only yesterday." "Still, she ought to be considered," said Mr.
"She writes about them every day," he said, briefly, "and I have to answer them." "She she don't refer to your getting married, I suppose?" said his friend, anxiously. Mr. Clarkson said "No. But her sister does," he added. "I've had two letters from her." Mr. Smithson got up and paced restlessly up and down the room. "That's women all over," he said, bitterly.
"Pretty well, I thank you. I have just come about a little business, Mr. Finn, and I hope you'll excuse me." "I'm quite sure that there is no need for excuses," said Phineas. "Laurence, when he hears about it, will say that I've been an impertinent old fool; but I never care what Laurence says, either this way or that. I've been to that Mr. Clarkson, Mr. Finn, and I've paid him the money."
Clarkson," he said to the telephone when it answered him, "remember: aim for the nearest water-line, load and fire, and expect no orders after the first shot." Calling up the officer in the after-turret, he repeated the injunction, substituting turrets as the object of assault.
"Are you tired, dear?" "No, madam." "Are you glad you are going into the country and away from the hot, dirty city?" "No, madam." "Would you rather stay here?" "No, madam." The quality of the negative was the same in all. Miss Clarkson gave him up. When they entered the car she sank into a depressed silence, which endured until they reached the Grand Central Station.
"You'll lose her if you ain't careful," he said. "Mark my words. Can't you see Digson's little game?" Mr. Clarkson shrugged his shoulders. "He's after her money," said the other, with a cautious glance around. "Money?" said the other, with an astonished laugh. "Why, she hasn't got any." "Oh, all right," said Mr. Bignell. "You know best of course.
The vexation and disappointment of this had made her head ache, and altogether she presented rather a mournful little figure. "Well, Nurse, and how are we going on?" said Aunt Clarkson, sitting down in the chair Nurse placed for her. Remembering her dream, Ruth could not help giving a glance at Aunt Clarkson's hands.
The boy hurried down the stairs, and I thought Thornton had acted very unwisely in changing his rooms, for if Clarkson got hold of a man of whom he could take charge he was quite certain not to miss his chance. I knew one or two men who lived in greater fear of him than of any don, and I determined to advise Thornton not to be bullied.
Clarkson thought a great deal of Isom, so while he was in the kitchen eating, she went in and had a long talk with him about how he got along since he had been away, as they supposed. As I have said, in general, when runaway slaves came home themselves, they were not whipped, but were either handcuffed or put in stocks, and locked up for two or three days.
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