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I greatly respect him, and I am sure whatever he does is from a right motive." The following day I rode over to the vicarage, and pressed Oliver to come and stay with us, and help to entertain Captain and Mrs Davenport. I saw he hesitated somewhat. Though he congratulated me sincerely on my prospect of marriage, he uttered an involuntary sigh as he ceased speaking.
The boatswain had gone aloft, and quickly returned. "No doubt about it, Captain Davenport. She is a big ship lost her masts, no doubt, in the gale; and from the way she is rolling, I have a notion she has no small amount of water in her. If we had not sighted her, it is my opinion that those on board would be fathoms down in the ocean, as she will be before another sun rises."
The best days of Edwin L. Davenport and the younger James Wallack are brought to mind by them. In the drama of The Middleman Willard had to impersonate an inventor, of the absorbed, enthusiastic, self-regardless, fanatical kind. Cyrus Blenkarn is a potter.
"Yes," said Larcher, "but in spite of the skyscrapers and the incongruities, I love the old street. Don't you?" "I used to," said Davenport, with a listlessness that silenced Larcher, who fell into conjecture of its cause. Was it the effect of many failures? Or had it some particular source? What part in its origin had been played by the woman to whose fickleness the man had briefly alluded?
Instead of answering in kind, Florence, with her eyes bearing upon his face, said gravely: "I asked you here to speak of something else a matter we are all interested in, though I am far more interested than the others. I want to know we all want to know what has become of Murray Davenport." Turl's face blenched ever so little, but he made no other sign of being startled.
"You may go in when you please, miss. Is that any one coming? Come here in the shade." "Now, get along!" said Miss Molly. Adrian spoke with resolution. "Listen to me, Molly Davenport!" He put a coin in her hand, which had a medical effect in calming her to attention. "I want to know whether you have seen him at all?" "Who? Your young gentleman? I sh'd think I did. I seen him to-night only.
Now he glanced familiarly at its white paneling, its sconces like silver candlesticks, the inevitable davenport inevitably backed by an amethyst-shaded piano lamp and a table crowded with silver boxes and picture-frames. He liked the winsomeness of light upon velvet and polished wood. It was not the drawing-room but the kitchen that dismayed him.
The trader, Colonel George Davenport, who spoke our language, explained to me the terms of the treaty that had been made, and said we would be obliged to leave the Illinois side of the Mississippi, and advised us to select a good place for our village and remove to it in the spring. He pointed out the difficulties we would have to encounter if we remained at our village on Rock river.
... weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore?" "No; merely rambling over familiar fields." Davenport held out the topmost book. "Oh, Shakespeare," laughed Larcher. "The Sonnets. Hello, you've marked part of this." "Little need to mark anything so famous. But it comes closer to me than to most men, I fancy."
I congratulate you on your coming friend!" At which Mr. Tompkins, chuckling, lighted a pipe for himself. Mr. Larcher sat looking dubious. If Murray Davenport was an unusual sort of man, the more wonder that a girl like Edna Hill should so strangely busy herself about him. Two days later, toward the close of a sunny afternoon, Mr.
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