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He had a large and shambling strength of body and limb, like an old bear, and his sinews were, of their kind, as tough as those of the ancient woods which he severed. One afternoon, when the mill had been in operation about two months, Squire Eben Merritt, John Jennings, and Colonel Lamson came through from the thick woods into the clearing.
"Dear Miss Upton doesn't say that she gave it to me herself," put in Geraldine. No, dear Miss Upton did not; for she had a New England conscience; but she continued firmly: "She may want to wear it; she's got a white dress." Geraldine colored. Mrs. Barry had seen her white dress. "By all means let us take the hat," said that lady, and Lamson bore off the box.
Lucina's mother came to the door and put her hand on the girl's head. "You must come in," she said; "your hair feels quite damp. You will take cold. Your dress is thin, too." Lucina rose obediently and followed her mother into the sitting-room, where sat Squire Eben and Colonel Lamson in swirling clouds of tobacco smoke.
She would have been too proudly and modestly fearful as to what he might think of her, and she of herself, and her parents of them both. She expected, as a matter of course, to invite him into the sitting-room, where were her father and mother and Colonel Jack Lamson.
J. S. Lamson, situated under the high cliffs along the crests of which an ex-king of Spain, in times gone by, was wont to walk and sadly ponder on his exile from la belle France. The Rev. John H. Barkeley, proprietor as well as principal of the Bordentown Female Seminary, took me to his ancient mansion, where Thomas Paine, of old Revolutionary war times, had lodged.
"By the Lord Harry!" cried he; "you didn't go into a shop yourself and ask for that folderol?" "Got it through a sea-captain, from India, years ago," replied the lawyer, laconically. "Wouldn't she take it?" inquired Colonel Lamson, with sly meaning, his round, protruding eyes staring hard at his friend and the fan. "Never gave her the chance," said Means, with a shrewd twinkle.
Barry, as serene as ever, and very handsome in her lavender satin, disappeared upstairs for a few minutes. When she returned, Lamson was driving the automobile around to the front of the house. "Now, be merciful to those poor youngsters," she said again, as, armed with rice, they ranged themselves on the piazza and steps, making an aisle for the hero and heroine to pass through.
On the night of December 13 we were grouped about a guide-post, at a fork in the road, earnestly contending as to which way we should proceed. Lieutenant Sill was for the right, I was for the left, and no amount of persuasion could induce Lieutenant Lamson to decide the controversy. I yielded, and we turned to the right.
"If being willing that Lucina should have the man she sets her heart on is the same mind, of course I am; but, good Lord, Jack, that's all over! He hasn't been to the house for a year, and Lucina never thinks of him!" Colonel Lamson laughed wheezily. "Well, that's all I wanted to know, Eben." "What made you ask me that?" asked the Squire, suspiciously.
I'm going to stent myself," said the Colonel, still breathing hard; then he looked keenly at Jerome. "What have you been doing to yourself, young fellow?" he asked. "Nothing. I don't know what you mean," answered Jerome. "Nothing! Why, you have aged ten years since I last saw you!" "I am well enough, Colonel Lamson." "How about that deed I witnessed?
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