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The major fussed into the house, and saw and talked with Larcom, who was solemn and bland upon the subject, and went out, first, to make personal inspection of the captain, who seemed to him to be dying. He was shot somewhere in the shoulder or breast they could not see exactly where, nor disturb him as he lay.
This predisposition to think well of the work of others gave him the happy opportunity in more than one instance of bringing authors of real talent before the public who might otherwise have waited long for general recognition. This was especially the case with one of our best beloved New England writers, Lucy Larcom.
Larkin's hand, which he must himself deliver; and so he was shown into that gentleman's official cabinet, and received with the usual lofty kindness. 'Well, Mr. Larcom, pray sit down. And can I do anything for you, Mr. Larcom? said the good attorney, waving his long hand toward a vacant chair. 'A note, Sir.
When he was quite assured that all was quiet, he shut and bolted his door, closed the window-shutters, and relighted his pair of wax candles. Mr. Larcom was a good deal excited. He had seen strange things that night. He was a good deal blown and heated by his run, and a little wild and scared at the closeness of the captain's unconscious pursuit. His head beside was full of amazing conjectures.
'But, Rachel, you are tired; you must come in with me, and drink tea, and then you can go home in the brougham, said Dorcas, more kindly. 'No, Dorcas, no; I will not drink tea nor go in; but I am tired, and as you are so kind, I will accept your offer of the carriage. Larcom had, that moment, appeared in the vestibule, and received the order.
"Well, if that doesn't beat everything!" she exclaimed. "I was callin' my cat; his name is Lucy Lucy Larcom; sometimes we call him 'Luce' for short.... Eh? Heavens and earth! Don't do THAT!" But Galusha had already done it. The dervish dance in his head had culminated in one grand merry-go-round blotting out consciousness altogether, and he had sunk down upon the sofa.
They are equally adapted to young and old.... The author, Lucy Larcom, of Beverly, is a novice in writing and book-making, and with no ambition to appear in print; and were I not perfectly certain that her little collection is worthy of type, I would be the last to encourage her to take even this small step to publicity.
That little dried-up Bangs man ain't worth more'n ten cents, if that." "He ain't? How do you know he ain't?" "Same as I know when that Lucy Larcom tomcat of Martha's has been in a fight, by the looks of him. Look at the Bangs man's clothes, and and his hat and why, Godfreys mighty, he can't afford to get his hair cut oftener than once in three months! Anyhow, he don't.
It would not do for the butler to be taken or even seen by Lake, nor yet to be left at the outside of the door and barred out. So the captain had hardly commenced his homeward walk, when Larcom, though no great runner, threw himself into an agitated amble, and reached and entered the little door just in time to escape observation.
'It's not happy, Larcom, I'm much afraid; it's not happy, and the attorney rose, shaking his tall bald head, and his hands in his pockets, and looked down in meditation. 'In the Dutch room, after tea, I suppose? said the attorney. 'Before tea, Sir, just as Miss Lake harrived in the brougham. And so on. But there was no more to be learned, and Mr.
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