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"Well, I never!" cried Hapgood. "That awk'ard why, he can't finish off a glass rod without break-in' it, or burning himself!" "No, he's no blower!" laughed the other. "Nary kind, I reckon. But they do say he's great on drawing plans. I'm glad there's something he can do, and I guess it was a lucky day for him when he burnt his arms so bad.
In the first place they had been quite as disturbed as Dorothy and her mother over the difficulties attending the purchase of the field and the Fitz-James Woods, and the later developments in connection with the man, Hapgood.
Hapgood, speaking in hushed tones, continued to eye her keenly. "Don't you know that Crawford was just waiting and looking for an excuse any excuse?" Jocelyn turned widening eyes upon him. "What do you mean?" Hapgood gave the impression of a man hesitating over a serious matter. And then, with a sudden burst of something remarkably like ingenuous ardor, he exclaimed: "Why should I say anything?
Emily Leonard had married Edward Smith; their son, Jabez, had married a Hapgood and Mary was their child. Where Hapgood's copy had been deficient was in his failing to record that this Emily Leonard was the daughter of George and Sabina Leonard, whereas the Clarks' Emily was the daughter of Peter and Judith Leonard. "There's Hapgood's whole story knocked silly," remarked Mr. Emerson complacently.
To his way of thinking, evidently, there were but three people in the room the wonderfully masterful Mr. Crawford, the radiantly beautiful Argyl, the deeply appreciative Hapgood and certain negligible, necessary furniture. During the short meal Mr. Crawford spoke little, contenting himself with a few light remarks to Argyl and the others. Often he ate in silence, abstractedly.
"Down with them!" roared Tom, as the inspiring words rang in his ears. "Down with them! Kearney has come, and the day is ours!" He had scarcely uttered the words, and sprung forward, before he was seen to drop upon the ground, several paces in front of the line, though the undaunted old Hapgood was close by his side.
He was cool and determined, and continually encouraged those around him by his cheering words as well as by his example. "Ben is down!" exclaimed Hapgood. "Poor fellow!" replied Tom, without taking his eye off the foe in front. "There goes Bob Dornton!" added Hapgood. "Stand up to it, my men!" said Tom, firmly, for he had no time then to think of the fallen.
I will try and see this Lucy, soon. What is her other name?" "It is Hapgood, ma'amselle. I pray you to forget I have ill spoke of a man who means to be kind, but so troubled he must try somehow to forget his cares. Many men are like that. And of a truth there is no place to go for rest.
Don't ask ME how he got 'em; stole 'em, I suppose, same as he stole that telegram from John. Anyhow, Labe and Hapgood have sent those letters to the present young woman's pa." Daniel whistled. "Whew!" he exclaimed. "That's interestin'." "Ain't it, now!
Hapgood was down on him like a Gull on a sand ele. He sed Hungerford was a mene sneak and had treted him bad. He told me a Lot about how Hungerford worked you fokes for sukkers and how he helped. Seems him and Hungerford was old shipmates and chums and had worked your ant Laviny the same way.
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