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The result was that, after as fine a bit of rough riding as one would care to see, in which one scarcely knew whether most to wonder at the extraordinary viciousness and agile strength of the horse or at the horsemanship and courage of the rider, Darnell came off victorious, his seat never having been shaken.
That might be Tom Darnell, she thought.... The other houses about the square were dark and gloomy, most of them closed for the summer. "There's a good deal of money in Torso," Lane commented, glancing at a brick house with wooden pillars. "It's a growing place, more business coming all the time."
It was languorously still there under the trees, with the misty fields beyond. Darnell said dreamily: "This is where I'd like to be always, no, not six miles from Torso, but in some far-off country, a thousand miles from men!" "You, a farmer!" laughed Isabelle. "And what about Congress, and the real anarchists?" "Oh, you cannot understand! You do not belong to the fields as I do."
I don't trust her green eyes. Mr. Darnell, they say, is always there. Oh, Mr. Adams isn't the one to care!" Often they came back to Darnell, that impetuous, black-haired young lawyer with his deep-set, fiery eyes, who had run away with his wife. "She looks scared most of the time, don't you think? They say he drinks. Too bad, isn't it? Such a brilliant man, and with the best chances.
The challenge was instantly accepted, the only question being as to which of a dozen noted bronco-busters who were in the ranks should undertake the task. They finally settled on a man named Darnell.
The house was a shabby frame affair, large for a farmhouse, with porticoes and pillars in Southern style. They found the Darnells with the Falkners in the living-room. Tom Darnell was reading an Elizabethan play aloud, rolling out the verse in resounding declamation, punctuated by fervid appreciation, "God! but that's fine!" "Hear this thing sing." "Just listen to this ripper." "O God!
Why, we are looking for men all the time, and we can't get them, at any price!" "'Ye shall not live by bread alone," Darnell muttered. It was a curious remark for a dinner-party, Isabelle thought. Mrs. Adams's lips curled as if she understood it.
22nd. Up, and there come to me Darnell the fiddler, one of the Duke's house, and brought me a set of lessons, all three parts, I heard them play to the Duke of York after Christmas at his lodgings, and bid him get me them. I did give him a crowne for them, and did enquire after the musique of the "Siege of Rhodes," which, he tells me, he can get me, which I am mighty glad of.
When the ocean barks could moor them in the shadow of the town Ere the channels filled and mouldered with the rich soil wafted down Here the Irish trader, Carroll, brought the bride of Darnell Hall, And their Jesuit son was Bishop of the New World over all. One by one the homes colonial disappear in Time's decrees.
Bessie stroked a white cat, it was plain that her thoughts were far away. Mrs. Darnell, who looked slovenly but pretty, stared vacantly out of the window. The sun lay in broad, streaks on the dusty floor; there was an air of drowsy peace, broken only by the warm tones of the lawyer as his voice rose and fell over the spirited verse.
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