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He was going to Plymouth to assist in a consultation upon a fellow-countryman who had retired to a place called The Hoe was that up-town or down-town to recover from nervous dyspepsia. Yes, he himself was a doctor by profession, and how any one in England could retain any nervous disorder passed his comprehension. Never had he dreamed of an atmosphere so soothing.
Some time, when he had told her about the Presence but not yet! She could not understand because she had not seen for herself. Tennelly and his uncle went down-town in the morning and took lunch together. Courtland was to meet them at the factory at three o'clock, but somehow he missed them. Perhaps it was intention. Courtland went early. He wanted to see things for himself; went alone first.
"Divide an East Side street by a pack of cards, and the quotient is the Queen of Spades; you simply cannot escape from the conclusion. Forward, then." Now, Division Street IS something out of the ordinary, as down-town thoroughfares go.
The growth of Canaan, steady, though never startling, had left almost all of the churches down-town, and Main Street the principal avenue of communication between them and the "residence section."
"Little of both," allowed Worth. Cummings stepped close to him and let him have it direct: "I'm here to-night, Captain Gilbert, as executor of your father's estate. I have filed the will to-day. "You failed to locate? All the estate's here; this house, the down-town properties. What do you mean, failed to locate?" "I was not alluding to realty," said Cummings.
Will you tell him that I can't see him to-day, but that I shall be down-town next week, and I'll see him then?" Miss Gregory was almost at the door before Adelaide stopped her. "You must know that Mr. Farron cannot get down-town next week." "Has the doctor said not?" Adelaide shook her head impatiently. "I don't suppose any one has been so insane as to ask him," she answered.
Two sighed for the hand of Daisy, the unphilosophical. One was Joe, who kept the smallest store in New York. It was about the size of a tool-box of the D. P. W., and was stuck like a swallow's nest against a corner of a down-town skyscraper. Its stock consisted of fruit, candies, newspapers, song books, cigarettes, and lemonade in season.
William Schuyler, an old and respectable citizen of South Park, was leaving his residence to go down-town, as has been his usual custom for many years with the exception only of a short interval in the spring of 1850, during which he was confined to his bed by injuries received in attempting to stop a runaway horse by thoughtlessly placing himself directly in its wake and throwing up his hands and shouting, which if he had done so even a single moment sooner, must inevitably have frightened the animal still more instead of checking its speed, although disastrous enough to himself as it was, and rendered more melancholy and distressing by reason of the presence of his wife's mother, who was there and saw the sad occurrence notwithstanding it is at least likely, though not necessarily so, that she should be reconnoitering in another direction when incidents occur, not being vivacious and on the lookout, as a general thing, but even the reverse, as her own mother is said to have stated, who is no more, but died in the full hope of a glorious resurrection, upwards of three years ago; aged eighty-six, being a Christian woman and without guile, as it were, or property, in consequence of the fire of 1849, which destroyed every single thing she had in the world.
Their laughter was for the encouragement of snappy young men of the stores and offices down-town, clerks, bookkeepers, what not some of them probably graduates of Frincke's Business College. Then, as she recalled that dark portal, with its dusty stairway mounting between close walls to disappear in the upper shadows, her mind drew back as from a doorway to Purgatory.
Finally, the Hoosier poet and the Philadelphia editor crawled through one of the basement windows and started on a foraging expedition. Of course, Field lived in a residential section where there were few stores, and on Sunday these were closed. There was nothing to do but to board a down-town car.
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