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Things is feelin' shaky, an' you mus' undo yer wits fer me an' set 'em a-warkin'. If the Dootchy kin hev a 'sosheashin, I kin, too. If he kin run in Poles an' Eyetalyans, I kin run in niggers an' Jerseymen." Dennie contemplated a knot-hole in the floor for several minutes. "No, Colonel," he said, at last, "that wont do.
Yet Boston was then unquestionably the chief seat of American letters. Dennie had established his Portfolio in Philadelphia in 1801, but in 1805 the Monthly Anthology, which was subsequently reproduced in the North American Review, appeared in Boston, and was the organ or illustration of the most important literary and intellectual life of the country at that time.
Greyle, looking earnestly from one to the other, "in that case who is the man now at Scarhaven Keep?" A dead silence fell on the little room. Audrey started and flushed at her mother's eager, pregnant question; Mr. Dennie sat up very erect and took a pinch of snuff from his old-fashioned box. Copplestone pushed his chair away from the table and began to walk about. And Mrs.
"And we don't know why we don't so there's a woman's answer for you. Kinsfolk though we are, we see little of each other." Mr. Dennie made no remark on this. He walked along at Audrey's side, apparently in deep thought, and suddenly he looked across at her mother.
Fenneben took the time to remember how stiff and ungenial Professor Burgess was when he first came West; nor what an awkward gosling Victor Burleigh was the day he entered Sunrise; nor that once it could have seemed just a little odd to invite Dennie Saxon, a poor student, daughter of a half-reformed drunkard, to the class parties; nor that even Elinor Wream, "Norrie the beloved," was not supposed to be engaged to Vincent Burgess.
"Why 'poor Dennie, Victor? Her father had nothing more for him, here, except disgrace. The tribute paid him at his funeral would have been forever withheld, if he had lived a day longer, and he died sure of Dennie's future." Elinor spoke gently. "Who told you all this, Elinor?" Victor asked. "Professor Burgess, when he showed me the diamond ring Dennie is to wear tomorrow." "Dennie, a diamond!
Vic Burleigh, sit on his prostrate form. Go on, Dennie," the company insisted, and she continued. "Her name was The Fawn of the Morning Light, her best lover was Swift Elk." "You be Mrs. Swift Elk " but Vic Burleigh's arm about Trench's throat choked his words. "And there was a wily Sioux, named Red Fox, who loved the Fawn and wanted her to marry him. She wouldn't do it.
"I was here, and you was away, and I peeked in the window. It was rude and I never did see you to tell you, and I'm sorry and I won't for never do it again. Dennie told me to come tonight, and bring Don Fonnybone." Bug had his part well in hand. Even as she smiled at him, Dr. Fenneben noticed how her hand on the lattice shook. "And I want to thank you, Mrs.
Daily, semi-weekly, or weekly did Fenno, Porcupine Cobbett, Dennie, Coleman, and the other Federal journalists, not content with proclaiming him an ambitious, cunning, and deceitful demagogue, ridicule his scientific theories, shudder at his irreligion, sneer at his courage, and allude coarsely to his private morals in a manner more discreditable to themselves than to him; crowning all their accusations and innuendoes with a reckless profusion of epithet.
"I dunno 'bout dat, Dennie, but 'f I cud talk like er you I'd bin an Eyetalian Prince by dis time, wid a title wot ud reach across dis room an' jewels ter match," and The Croak looked at his friend in undisguised admiration. But Dennie's humor was pensive. "Croaker," said he, drawing the ten-dollar bill out of his pocket and nodding suggestively to the bartender, "look out there in the street.
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