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"Nearly always," said Jimmy, "when people begin with that, they are going to say something unpleasant." "May I ask why you went to all this trouble to make a fool of me? Why could you not have told me who you were from the start?" "Have you forgotten all the harsh things you said to me from time to time about Jimmy Crocker?
Ogden, who had possessed himself of a bronze paper-knife, had begun to tap the vase with it. The ringing note thus produced appeared to please his young mind. "If Ogden really wishes to break that vase," said Mrs. Crocker in a detached voice, "let me ring for the butler to bring him a hammer." "Ogden!" said Mrs. Pett. "Oh Gee! A fellow can't do a thing!" muttered Ogden, and walked to the window.
Men who thought a company was quite enough for them to command properly at the beginning, would have made good regimental or brigade commanders; most of the brigade commanders were equal to the command of a division, and one, Ransom, would have been equal to the command of a corps at least. Logan and Crocker ended the campaign fitted to command independent armies.
And when we finally stopped under the porte cochere I had scarcely the civility left to say good-bye. I held out my hand to help her to the ground, but she paused on the second step. "Mr. Crocker," she observed archly, "I believe you once told me you had not known many girls in your life." "True," I said; "why do you ask?" "I wished to be sure of it," she replied.
Crocker, why is it that you avoid Miss Thorn? I was talking of you to her only to-day, and she says you go miles out of your way to get out of speaking to her; that you seemed to like her quite well at first. She couldn't understand the change." "Did she say that?" I exclaimed. "Indeed, she did; and I have noticed it, too. I saw you leave before coffee more than once when she was here.
They went, and very fast; faster and faster every minute. "Where are you going at this pace?" asked Shelton. "London." "Oh! only as far as London?" "I 've set myself to do it in a week." "Are you in training?" "No." "You 'll kill yourself." Crocker answered with a chuckle. Shelton noted with alarm the expression of his eye; there was a sort of stubborn aspiration in it.
He believes the time will come when they will value his pictures, and be proud to own them. But I don't care who owns mine; I just want the fun of painting them. Just think of what a man can do with a few tubes of color, a brush, and a bit of canvas. So I don't care if they never buy what I paint. I can get along somehow, just as Mr. Crocker does. He's poor, but just see how happy he is.
Grimley had comforted the young man by reminding him that the old lady was much given to hot brandy and water, and that she could not "take her money with her where she was going." Crocker had at last contented himself with an assurance that there should be a breakfast and a trousseau which was to cost £100.
Or, rather, you poor fellow, you have been asked to tramp out here in this glare and really deserve to sit where it is cool." As they walked through the hall and the little drawing-room Crocker still felt uneasily that no road with Emma Verplanck could be quite as smooth as it seemed.
"But our friend from Ohio has done his best to impress this upon him," I replied, failing to perceive her drift; "and if his words are wasted, surely the thing is hopeless." "I am not joking," said she. "I was not thinking of Mr. Trevor, but of you. I like you, Mr. Crocker. You may not believe it, but I do." For the life of me I could think of no fitting reply to this declaration.
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