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I may, however, be mistaken in the particular building asked for by Dr. Derby, and will go myself to see. The fort is progressing well, Captain Jenney having arrived. Sixteen heavy guns are received, with a large amount of shot and shell, but the platforms are not yet ready; still, if occasion should arise for dispatch, I can put a larger force to work.
I might have known it seen you on the rud more than once. But I don't know all you rich folks apart. Wouldn't have spoke so frank if I'd knowed who you was." "I'm glad you did, Mr. Jenney," she answered. "I wanted to know what people think." "Well, it's almighty complicated," said Mr. Jenney, shaking his head. "I don't know by rights what to think.
He's as good a judge of horse-flesh as any man in this part of the State. Hear Tom Gaylord and the boys wanted him to be State senator." "Why didn't you accept, Mr. Vane?" "Because I don't think the boys could have elected me," answered Austen, laughing. "He's as popular a man as there is in the county," declared Mr. Jenney.
The picture of the great, lonely house, of the ceremonious dinner which awaited her single presence, gave her an irresistible longing to sit down with these simple, kindly souls. Austen was the only obstacle. He, too, had changed his clothes, and now appeared, smiling at her behind Mrs. Jenney. The look of prospective disappointment in the good woman's face decided Victoria.
"That sort of thing's got to stop," declares Mr. Crewe; "I'm a candidate for the Republican nomination for representative." "I want to know!" ejaculates Mr. Jenney, pulling his beard. One would never suspect that this has been one of Mr. Jenney's chief topics of late. "I'll see that the interests of this town are cared for." "Let's see," says Mr.
"But, really," he added, smiling at her in the moonlight, "I must protest against your belief that I could have been an effective candidate! I have roamed about the State, and I have made some very good friends here and there among the hill farmers, like Mr. Jenney. Mr. Redbrook is one of these. But it would have been absurd of me even to think of a candidacy founded on personal friendships.
Jenney, "there's five hundred in the House, ain't there?" "It's a ridiculous number," says Mr. Crewe, with truth. "Gives everybody a chance to go," says Mr. Jenney. "I was thar in '78, and enjoyed it some." "Who are you for?" demanded Mr. Crewe, combating the tendency of the conversation to slip into a pocket. "Little early yet, hain't it? Hain't made up my mind. Who's the candidates?" asks Mr.
Jenney, "and helps with the horses and cows the same as if he wasn't gettin' to be one of the greatest lawyers in the State." "O dear, Mr. Jenney," said Victoria, glancing out of the window, "I'll really have to go home. I'm sure it won't stop raining for hours. But I shall be perfectly dry in my rain-coat, no matter how much you may despise it."
Jenney, who wept as she embraced both bride and groom; and Euphrasia, in a new steel-coloured silk and a state of absolute subjection and incredulous happiness. Would that there were time to chronicle that most amazing of conquests of Victoria over Euphrasia! And Mrs.
The picture of the great, lonely house, of the ceremonious dinner which awaited her single presence, gave her an irresistible longing to sit down with these simple, kindly souls. Austen was the only obstacle. He, too, had changed his clothes, and now appeared, smiling at her behind Mrs. Jenney. The look of prospective disappointment in the good woman's face decided Victoria.
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