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He sought out Story, who was an old neighbor at Salem, though he had known him only slightly, and under his guidance he mixed with the American artists then in Rome, Miss Hosmer, Thompson, Kopes, and Miss Lander, as well as with others of the foreigners resident there, Miss Bremer, Mrs.
I've been thinkin', if you don't want to have anything to do with him, we betta go ouaselves." "Yes," answered Clementina, "that's what I've said." "You have? Well, the witch is in it! How came you to " "I just wanted to talk with you about it. But I thought maybe you'd like to go. Or at least I should. I should like to go home, Mrs. Landa." "Home!" retorted Mrs. Lander.
He's the only one I don't believe is afta the money he thinks you'a goin' to have; but if you don't want him, you want to look what you're about." The girl returned to Hinkle in the embarrassment which she was helpless to hide, and without the excuse which she could not invent for refusing to go with him. "Is Mrs. Lander worse or anything?" he asked. "Oh, no.
The results of this commercial expedition were deplorable. Not only was there absolutely no trade to be carried on with the natives, but the crews of the vessels were decimated by fever. Finally, Richard Lander, who had so often gone up and down the river, was mortally wounded by the natives, on the 27th January, 1834, and died on the morning of 5th February, at Fernando Po.
She decided that Clementina's chances of making a splendid match, somewhere, were about of the nature of certainties, and she contended that she would adorn any station, with experience, and with her native tact, especially if it were a very high station in Europe, where Mrs. Lander would now be sure to take her.
Lander, he lingered a moment with his elbows beside the register. "How about a buckboa'd?" he asked. "Something you can drive yourself" the clerk professionally dropped his eye to the register "Mr. Lander?" "Well, no, I guess not, this time," the little man returned, after a moment's reflection. "Know anything of a family named Claxon, down the road, here, a piece?"
Corina swallowed an exclamation of awe, trying to remain calm, but she could feel Medart's gaze, and felt certain he knew how the ship affected her. The lander surged slightly as it was gripped by a tractor beam from one of the Chang's equatorial hangars. Nevan released the controls, allowing the beam operator to settle the lander to the deck while hangar doors closed behind them.
Thus laden, the Brass canoe took her way down the river, her unfortunate English passengers dreadfully cramped for room John Lander one night, while suffering from fever, having the feet of the royal couple in his face. On the 15th of November they landed at the excessively dirty town of King Forday, situated in the middle of a marsh. Here they took up their quarters at Boy's house.
Lander's mere folly when she began to talk, and this slowly yielded to the perception that she had some streaks of sense. It was sense in the first place to want to have Clementina with her, and though it might not be sense to suppose that they would be anxious to let her go, they did not find so much want of it as Mrs. Lander talked on.
She looked at the figures, scarcely comprehending until she read the letter. "We take pleasure in handing you herewith," Mr. Lander wrote for the firm, "our check for nineteen thousand five hundred dollars, proceeds of oil stock sold as per your telegraphed instructions, less brokerage charges. We sold same at par, and trust this will be satisfactory." She looked at the check again.
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