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Jaffrey began prattling; but not about the murder, which appeared to have flown out of his mind. In fact, I do not remember that the topic was even touched upon, either then or afterwards. "Cosey nest this," said Mr. Jaffrey, glancing complacently over the apartment. "What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open wood-fire?
With the cool hardihood that always pertained to him, the young man continued his search of the drawers, and found a will, of recent date, in favor of Clifford, which he destroyed, and an older one, in his own favor, which he suffered to remain. But before retiring, Jaffrey bethought himself of the evidence, in these ransacked drawers, that some one had visited the chamber with sinister purposes.
Ah, you little know me, Cousin Hepzibah! You little know this heart! It now throbs at the thought of meeting him! You behold some of them now. There is none who would so delight to promote his happiness! Try me, Hepzibah! try me, Cousin! try the man whom you have treated as your enemy and Clifford's! try Jaffrey Pyncheon, and you shall find him true, to the heart's core!"
It was well I did so, for in the next breath I was advised that half a year had elapsed since the previous evening. "Andy 's had a hard six months of it," said Mr. Jaffrey, with the well-known narrative air of fathers. "We 've brought him up by hand. His grandfather, by the way, was brought up by the bottle" and brought down by it, too, I added mentally, recalling Mr.
"Did you never hear," whispered her cousin, bending towards her, "of Clifford Pyncheon?" "Never. I thought there were no Pyncheons left, except yourself and our cousin Jaffrey," answered Phoebe. "And yet I seem to have heard the name of Clifford Pyncheon. Yes! from my father or my mother; but has he not been a long while dead?"
"This is the very parchment, the attempt to recover which cost the beautiful Alice Pyncheon her happiness and life," said the artist, alluding to his legend. "It is what the Pyncheons sought in vain, while it was valuable; and now that they find the treasure, it has long been worthless." "Poor Cousin Jaffrey! This is what deceived him," exclaimed Hepzibah.
W.S. Jaffrey represented the Presbyterians, and the Rev. E.P. Lowry was the senior Wesleyan chaplain. =The Battle of Belmont.= And then came the battle of Belmont! From Orange River the troops had been compelled to march, and had their first taste of the African sun in the greatness of his strength.
Boys will be boys. I would not give a snap for a lad without animal spirits." "But animal spirits," said Mr. Jaffrey sententiously, "should n't saw off the legs of the piano in Tobias's best parlor. I don't know what Tobias will say when he finds it out." "What! has Andy sawed off the legs of the old spinet?" I returned, laughing. "Worse than that." "Played upon it, then!" "No, sir.
Jaffrey on another occasion. "He need n't necessarily go into the army when he graduates; he can become a civil engineer." This was a stroke of flattery so delicate and indirect that I could accept it without immodesty. There had lately sprung up on the corner of Mr.
Martha Hilton was a poor girl, whose bare feet and ankles and scant drapery when she was a child, and even after she was well in the bloom of her teens, used to scandalize good Dame Stavers, the innkeeper's wife. The first of the two hotels bearing that title. Mr. Brewster commits a slight anachronism in locating the scene of this incident in Jaffrey Street, now Court.
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