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"Oh, I know it doesn't, but that will be up to others than you. It will be the subject of diplomatic negotiations. Will you?" For a moment the Dutch officer hesitated. Then he commanded an officer who stood near him. "Captain Hodden! You will move forward with your company and inform the foe that if he persists in firing on Dutch soil we shall be forced to return it!"
"You will introduce me as Miss Caroline Jessop, of New York. Be sure that you say 'New York, for that will account to Mr. Hodden for any eccentricities of conduct or conversation he may be good enough to notice. I suppose you think American girls are very forward? All Englishmen do." "On the contrary, I have always understood that they are very charming." "Indeed?
"The way of the transgressor is hard," he whispered in a tone too low for Hodden to hear. "Isn't it?" cordially agreed the unblushing young woman. "What did you wish to ask me?" inquired the novelist. "Was it the American spelling or the American piracy that made you dislike the United States?" Mr. Hodden raised his eyebrows. "Oh, I do not dislike the United States.
Class distinctions were observed rigidly, and the merchant clad in hodden grey and the lawyer robed in black were pushed aside with some contempt when there was any conflict between the aristocrats. The busy Pont Neuf seemed to be the bridge which joined two different worlds.
"Once more, what have I done?" "What have you done? You have allowed that detestably selfish specimen of your race, Hodden, to evict you from your room." The young man stopped abruptly in his walk, and looked at the girl with astonishment. She, her hands still coquettishly thrust in her jacket-pockets, returned his gaze with unruffled serenity. "What do you know about it?" he demanded at last.
The farmer breathed a sigh of relief, sat at a table, and ate a frugal meal of bread and cheese. As roughly dressed as Auld Jock, in a metal-buttoned greatcoat of hodden gray, a woolen bonnet, and the shepherd's twofold plaid, he was a different species of human being altogether.
Hodden to the captain's room." When they were alone again Buel very contritely expressed his sorrow at having been the innocent cause of so much trouble to the purser. "Bless you, sir, I don't mind it in the least. This is a very simple case. Where both occupants of a room claim it all to themselves, and where both are angry and abuse me at the same time, then it gets a bit lively.
In order to make this apparent by comparison, it may not be out of place, at the close of this inquiry, to introduce a few striking examples: "At a cotton manufactory at Hodden Bridge, in Lancashire, a girl, on the fifteenth of February, 1787, put a mouse into the bosom of another girl, who had a great dread of mice.
He succeeded in getting another and more respectable publisher to take up his next book on a royalty arrangement. This was a surprise to him, and a gratification. His satisfaction did not last long after the book came out. It was mercilessly slated. One paper advised him to read "Hodden;" another said he had plagiarized from that popular writer. The criticisms cut him like a whip.
Miss Jessop feared the coming of the customs boat as much as Hodden feared the reporters. If anything, he was the more resigned of the two. What American woman ever lands on her native shore without trembling before the revenue laws of her country? Kenan Buel, his arms resting on the bulwarks, gazed absently at the green hills he was seeing for the first time, but his thoughts were not upon them.
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