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Up, up the stairs, two steps at a time, sprang The Dreamer, one white January day, and burst in upon Mother Clemm who was preparing dinner, and Virginia who was mending his coat. He was in a great glee.
"Do you know this man, Miss Barton?" The name had a strangely familiar sound to Trubus. He wondered uneasily. "He is William Trubus, president of the Purity League. I worked for him to-day." "Do you recognize this man?" was queried, as Clemm shuffled forward, with the assistance of Burke's sturdy push. "This is the one who was embracing the other telephone girl. But he did not stay there long.
His eye was blackened and the skin across his cheek was torn and just healing from a fresh cut. "Well, well, well! What have you been up to, Barlow? A prize fight?" snapped Clemm. "Aw, guv'nor, quit yer kiddin'. Did ye ever hear of me bein' in a fight? Nix. I tried to work dis needle gag over in Brooklyn an' I got run outen de t'eayter on me neck. Dere ain't no luck.
Their marriage was to take place at once, and Poe started north to close up his business in New York and bring Mrs. Clemm south. In Baltimore it seems that he fell in with some politicians who were conducting an election. They took him about from one polling place to another to vote illegally; then some one drugged him, and left him on a bench near a saloon.
Allan d. without making any provision for P., and the latter, being now thrown on his own resources, took to literature as a profession, and became a contributor to various periodicals. In 1836 he entered into a marriage with his cousin Virginia Clemm, a very young girl, who continued devotedly attached to him notwithstanding his many aberrations, until her death in 1847.
I think they were proud as well, for any one would have come in and done any needed thing. They had friends in the city who used to visit them. Mrs. Clemm was Mrs. Poe's mother and the poet's aunt; and it is said Annabel Lee means his wife. It's a wild, musical thing. Every story or poem of his has a curious ghostly sound." "But the high-born kinsman "
She could not quite associate the sad, abstracted man up the road with "Annabel Lee." What a puzzle it all was! She went downstairs presently, and was sitting on the area steps watching Cousin Jennie iron, when the tall figure in her shabby black hat and veil, which she invariably wore, came up the outer steps. Hanny ran to open the gate. Mrs. Clemm was always quietly dignified.
She had returned to consciousness, and was detained in the room of a house not five blocks from the police station. "I'll break her spirit now. None of this stage talk any more, Clemm," droned the voice in the phonograph. "When I get my whip going she'll be glad enough to put on the silk dresses. She screamed and cried a while ago, but I'm used to that sort of guff."
It is still the same little low place, not a bit changed since she sat there on the door-sill and talked over her heroes with the poet. She can still see the tall spare figure of Mrs. Clemm in her rocking-chair doing her bit of mending and casting anxious glances at the son of her love, about whom so much has been written in later days.
He came late, but he was a little more cordial in his expressions of pleasure in coming than any of those before him. His bows to Virginia and Mrs. Clemm were more profound his estimation of Virginia's beauty he made at once apparent in the intense, admiring gaze he bestowed upon her.
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