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What was this curious attraction that roused the interest of all who came in contact with him? The doctor had it, Mr. Redbrook, Jabe Jenney, even Hamilton Tooting, she remembered. And he attracted women as well as men it must be so. Certainly her own interest in him a man beyond the radius of her sphere and their encounters had been strange enough!
The first plan for the University called for a Professorship of Engineering and Architecture, but no attention was paid to the latter subject until the appointment of W.L.B. Jenney, to the Professorship of Architecture in 1876.
"Perhaps Mr. Jenney will not agree with you," she retorted. But Mr. Jenney was hitching the horse and throwing a blanket over him. Suddenly, before they realized it, the farmer had vanished into the storm, and this unexplained desertion of their host gave rise to an awkward silence between them, which each for a while strove vainly to break.
Jenney makes an awkward pause by keeping silent on the subject of the pamphlet until he shall see it. "Do you take much interest in politics?" "Not a great deal," answers Mr. Jenney. "That's the trouble with Americans," Mr. Crewe declares, "they don't care who represents 'em, or whether their government's good or bad." "Guess that's so," replies Mr. Jenney, politely.
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.
"When there is nothing to say," he suggested. She laughed softly. He tried to remember the sound of it afterwards, when he rehearsed this phase of the conversation, but couldn't. "It's because you like the hills, isn't it?" she asked. "You seem such an out-of-door person, and Mr. Jenney said you were always wandering about the country-side." "Mr.
"I will drive home with you, if you'll allow me," said Austen. "Oh, no, I really don't need an escort, Mr. Vane. I'm so used to driving about at night, I never think of it," she answered. "Of course he'll drive home with you, dear," said Mrs. Jenney. "And, Jabe, you'll hitch up and go and fetch Austen back." "Certain," Mr. Jenney agreed.
Attaway having persuaded Jenney that she should never die, but that, in obedience to a heavenly message, they must go to Jerusalem, and repair that city in anticipation of the bringing of all the Saints to it in ships to be sent from Tarshish.
In another minute they had drawn up before the open door. "Won't you come in and wait for Mr. Jenney?" she asked. He gazed down into her face, searchingly, and took her hand. "Good night," he said; "Mr. Jenney is not far behind. I think I think I should like the walk."
Jabe Jenney, being a person of importance in the town of Leith, had a house commensurate with his estate. The house was not large, but its dignity was akin to Mr. Jenney's position: it was painted a spotless white, and not a shingle or a nail was out of place. Before it stood the great trees planted by Mr.
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