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But he was not at home at Miss Crane's table, and he made no attempt to appear at his ease. This was an unexpected pleasure for Mr. Eliphalet Hopper. Let it not be thought that he was the only one at that table to indulge in a little secret rejoicing. But it was a peculiar satisfaction to him to reflect that these people, who had held up their heads for so many generations, were humbled at last.
On Dorothy's face was a tender look, the reflection of her happy thoughts, and in Crane's mind floated again the vision of his ideal home, the home whose central figure he was unable to visualize. At last she turned and placed her hand on his arm. "You have done a great deal for me for us," she said simply. "I wish there were something I could do for you in return."
"In the eyes of your misguided profession, statesmen and authors and emigrants and other public charges have no Rights of Privacy," said she. "Mr. Longfellow told me once that they were to name a brand of flour for him, and that he had no redress." "Have you, too, been up before Miss Crane's Commission?" he asked, with amused interest. His mother laughed. "Yes," she said quietly.
He decided to quiet Tom's suspicions if he could, and ensure his continued silence, by an affectation of friendliness. He waited till he saw our hero washing dust beyond earshot of any listeners, and strolled up to him. "How are you getting on, Tom?" he asked, with an appearance of friendliness. Tom looked up quickly. Considering all that had happened, he was somewhat struck by Crane's effrontery.
Seaton's eyes narrowed as his thoughts turned to the quantities of copper and "X" required and to the engineering features of the project; Crane's first thought was of the mathematics involved in a computation of that magnitude and character; Dorothy's quick reaction was one of pure horror. "He can't, Dick! He mustn't! It would be too ghastly!
Margaret blushed furiously and Crane's lean, handsome face assumed a darker color as he replied: "A marriage here would, of course, be legal anywhere, provided we have a certificate, and we could be married again upon our return if we think it desirable.
A darker shade fell over Arabella Crane's face, as she said," The child! she is not here! I have disposed of her long ago." "Eh! disposed of her! what do you mean?" "Do you ask as if you feared I had put her out of the world? No! Well, then, you come to England to see the child?
"Are they hammerin' Crane's horse in the ring, sir?" he asked, smoothing down the grass with the toe of one foot, watching this physical process with extreme interest. "Just what you'd notice," replied Porter. "Why?" "Well, I don't like the look of it a little bit.
Stanton and I each had a pair of linen bloomers which we donned last Thursday morning at Crane's Flats, and we arrived at the brow of the mountain at 9 o'clock. Our horses were fitted out with men's saddles, and Mrs.
Newark Mountain was rather too far to march it this night, and too near for to-morrow, because our men being in want of blankets will like better to join their tents again. If your Excellency approves of this arrangement, I beg, you will order our baggage to wait for us on our position of Crane's Town; if you dislike the disposition your orders may reach us on the road.
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