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A flower with the dew on it, and sunbeams in the dewdrops . . . " This comparison with Skimpole may sound like an unkind criticism of Clifford's character and place in the story it is only a chance note of a chance resemblance. Indeed, it may be that Hawthorne himself was aware of the resemblance.
Clifford's mother was a sensible woman, untouched by the pride of wealth and the snobbery of station. Their home, facing Central Park, stood for elegance and restraint. There were no other children for ten years after the son's birth, then came the two sisters, which domestic arrangement probably proved an important factor in deciding the rest of our story.
"Which is as much as to say that she don't enjoy comfort and independence where she is; and if she does not, sir, to whom is it all owing, sir, but to you and your father? By your means it is that we are reduced to poverty; but you shall see, sir, that we are not entirely wanting in independence. My answer, sir, is just the same as Mr. Clifford's was.
What are you hintin' at, Cap'n Shad?" Before the Captain could answer, Mary, who had been listening to the conversation, broke in to ask a question. "Mr. Peters," she cried eagerly, "would you mind telling me this: Whose name is the new deed in, Mr. Clifford's or his wife's?" Jimmie G. laughed. "Why, that was kind of funny, too," he said.
On Clifford's part it was the feeling of a man naturally endowed with the liveliest sensibility to feminine influence, but who had never quaffed the cup of passionate love, and knew that it was now too late. He knew it, with the instinctive delicacy that had survived his intellectual decay.
So thinking, she set her cap straight before the mirror, and, with eyes brighter than usual and head held high, went back to her duties. To her relief her late assailant made brief work of his lunch that day and left the dining-room before the end of the meal. "So unlike him," was Miss Clifford's mild comment. "He usually has such a good appetite. But no one seems hungry to-day.
And to every one of them belongeth an hundred students at least, and to some of them a much greater number, though they be not ever all together in the same." In Charles II.'s time there were eight Inns of Chancery; and of them three were subsidiary to the Inner Temple viz., Clifford's Inn, Clement's Inn, and Lyon's Inn.
I am young, my nerves are not weak, my brain is not dull, perhaps I may in some field of honourable adventure win a name that before my death-bed I may not blush to acknowledge to her!" While this resolve beat high within Clifford's breast, Lucy sadly and in silence was continuing with the squire her short journey to Bath.
From early boyhood Clifford was orderly, obedient, studious and quietly industrious. He made no trouble for parents or teachers other mothers always spoke of him as "good." He was thirteen when his only sinful escapade happened. Some of the Third Avenue boys shared the playgrounds in the park with Clifford's crowd.
Once I made a shirt which I gave to the captain in sport. It seems that he twitted Clifford about it, and Clifford tore the garment up. I believe they came to blows over the matter, and there hath been bad feeling between them ever since." "That would explain many things," spoke Mr. Owen musingly. "There is certainly strong dislike on Clifford's part.
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