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He gained a degree of courage by telling the ladies, when he went to find them in their new apartment, that he should want them to meet a few of his friends at tea as soon as people began to get back to town; and he made the most of their instant joy in accepting his invitation. His pleasure was somehow dashed a little, before he left them, by the announcement of Jeff Durgin's name.
Westover had fancied him growing up to the height of his father and brother, but Jeff Durgin's stalwart frame was notable for strength rather than height. He could not have been taller than his mother, whose stature was above the standard of her sex, but he was massive without being bulky.
It made him a little sick to hear how Whitwell had profited by Durgin's necessity, and had taken advantage of him with conscientious and self-applausive rapacity, while he admired his prosperity, and tried to account for it by doubt of its injustice. For a moment this seemed to him worse than Durgin's conscientious toughness, which was the antithesis of Whitwell's remorseless self-interest.
I want you to leave the yard now." "He backs Slocum," said Torrini, settling himself on the block again, "and Slocum backs down," at which there was a laugh among the men. Richard made a step forward. "Hands off!" cried a voice from under the sheds. "Who said that?" demanded Richard, wheeling around. No one answered, but Richard had recognized Durgin's voice.
Garrison studied the man deliberately for half a minute before replying. What a living embodiment of Durgin's description of Hiram Cleave he was! And what could he know of the facts in the case of Hardy's death that would warrant him in charging that the affair was known to be murder? "Do I know it was murder?" he queried coldly. "Have I said so, Mr. Wicks, to you, or to anyone else?"
"Ah!" said Westover. "You put it on her!" But he waited for Durgin's justification with a dread that he should find something in it. "Pshaw! What's the use? It's been a game from the beginning, and a question which should ruin. I won.
I put up my hand, and I'll be shot if it wasn't the foremast, jib-sheet and all, of the old weather-cock on the north gable of the Shackford house! Here you are!" and the speaker tossed the broken mast, with the mimic sails dangling from it, into Durgin's lap. A dead silence followed, for there wa felt to be something weirdly significant in the incident. "That's kinder omernous," said Mr.
Taggett, and I shall disregard the advice. After you have answered me one or two questions, I shall be quite at your service." "If you insist, then." "You were present at the examination of Thomas Blufton and William Durgin, were you not?" "I was." "You recollect William Durgin's testimony?" "Most distinctly."
You ought to have asked it for your own sake, Jeff, and then I might have been fool enough to believe you. But now " She started swiftly down the hill again, and this time he did not try to follow her. Mrs. Durgin's speech never regained the measure of clearness it had before; no one but Cynthia could understand her, and often she could not.
An intimacy between the two would perhaps have been unlikely but for one fact: it was Durgin's mother who had given little Dick a shelter at the period of his parents' death. Though the circumstance did not lie within the pale of Richard's personal memory, he acknowledged the debt by rather insisting on Durgin's friendship. It was William Durgin, therefore, who was elected to wait upon Mr.
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