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That expression of Virginia's had reminded him of a time, years gone, when she had come into the store on her return from Kentucky, and had ordered him to tell her father of her arrival. He had smarted then. And Eliphalet was not the sort to get over smarts. "A beautiful young lady," remarked Mr. Cluyme. "And a deserving one, Mr. Hopper. Now, she is my notion of quality.
"My dear sir," said Mr. Cluyme, "I used often to go to Boston in the forties. In fact ahem I may claim to be a New Englander. Alas, no, I never met your father. But when I heard of the sad circumstances of his death, I felt as if I had lost a personal friend. His probity, sir, and his religious principles were an honor to the Athens of America. I have listened to my friend, Mr. Atterbury, Mr.
"I did not say he was wonderful," replied Anne, with dignity. "But you girls think him so. Emily and Eugenie and Maude. He had better marry Belle Cluyme. A great man, he may give some decision to that family. Anne!" "Yes." "Shall I tell you a secret?" "Yes," said Anne. She was human, and she was feminine. "Then Virginia Carvel is in love with him." "With Mr. Brice!" cried astonished Anne.
Mrs. Cluyme was as yet too stunned to speak. Only Stephen's mother sniffed gunpowder in the air. "This, Mr. Cluyme," said the Judge, mildly, "is an age of shifting winds. It was not long ago," he added reflectively, "when you and I met in the Planters' House, and you declared that every drop of Northern blood spilled in Kansas was in a holy cause. Do you remember it, sir?" Mr. Cluyme and Mr.
So likewise was Miss Belle Cluyme among those honored and approved. But Virginia wore the most beautiful of her Paris gowns, and seemed a princess to one watching from the gallery. Stephen was sure that his Royal Highness made that particular dance longer than the others. It was decidedly longer than the one he had with Miss Cluyme, although that young lady had declared she was in heaven.
Without noticing the other occupants of the parlor he strode up to Mrs. Brice, looked at her for an instant from under the grizzled brows, and held out his large hand. "Pray, ma'am," he said, "what have you done with your slave?" Mrs. Cluyme emitted a muffled shriek, like that of a person frightened in a dream. Her husband grasped the curved back of his chair. But Stephen smiled.
"You were not ridiculous, Jinny." She laughed. "I was not as ridiculous as Mr. Cluyme with his bronze clock. But do you know what I had under my arm what I was saving of all the things I owned?" "No," he answered; "but I have often wondered." She blushed. "This house this place made me think of it. It was Dorothy Manners's gown, and her necklace. I could not leave them.
Times are getting hard." "Yes," said Mr. Hopper. "And southwestern notes are not worth the paper they are written on " But Mr. Cluyme has misjudged his man. If he had come to Eliphalet for information of Colonel Carvel's affairs, or of any one else's affairs, he was not likely to get it. It is not meet to repeat here the long business conversation which followed. Suffice it to say that Mr.
"You were not ridiculous, Jinny." She laughed. "I was not as ridiculous as Mr. Cluyme with his bronze clock. But do you know what I had under my arm what I was saving of all the things I owned?" "No," he answered; "but I have often wondered." She blushed. "This house this place made me think of it. It was Dorothy Manners's gown, and her necklace. I could not leave them.
Stephen could not resist saying, "Judge Whipple does not seem to have tempered himself, sir." "Silas Whipple is a fanatic, sir," cried Mr. Cluyme. "His hand is against every man's. He denounces Douglas on the slightest excuse, and would go to Washington when Congress opens to fight with Stephens and Toombs and Davis. But what good does it do him?
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