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"And I say, Lem, it'll be just rippin' if you'll drill us in regular 'tactics. Once a day, anyhow. I'll get Dad to furnish the uniforms and it'll be a help because, you know, I'm bound for West Point sometime," cried Leslie. Lady Gray's face resumed its look of anxiety that had passed for a moment, listening to Lemuel's talk.
He felt that this was perhaps in Lemuel's case too much like prescribing port wine and carriage exercise to an indigent patient, and he added, "If you cannot know such women, it is better to know none at all. It is not what women say or do, so much as the art they have of inspiring a man to make the best of himself.
"Back to Willoughby Pastures?" asked Sewell, with not so much faith in that panacea for Lemuel's troubles as he had once had. "No, to some other town. Do you know of anything I could get to do in New York?" "Oh, no, no!" said the minister. "You needn't let this banish you. We must seek this young Mr. "Berry." " Mr. Berry out, and explain the matter to him."
Berry gave the conundrum up for the time, but he did not give Lemuel up; he had an increasing need of him as he advanced in a passion for Miss Swan, which, as he frankly prophesied, was bound to bring him to the popping-point sooner or later; he debated with himself in Lemuel's presence all the best form's of popping, and he said that it was simply worth a ranch to be able to sing to him,
I took you in, didn't I? And all I said was my name. Snow Doret's dead; he died in prison; and this Lemuel's all different " "I've heard about that too," Bowman returned; "but somehow I don't take stock in these miracles." "If you ever see me looking like I might be Snow, go quiet," Lemuel advised. "That's all." With clenched hands he abruptly departed.
"He thinks nobody'll remember," his wife explained. "Lem's redeemed." "Your name's what you say," Bowman agreed, "but remember this you can't throw any scare into me. I'm no Fauntleroy, neither. Behave." The anger seethed again beneath Lemuel's restraint.
As it was, it never entered his mother's too fond mind to take her fatherless boy by himself when she saw Beelzebub's orchard before him, and tell him what Solomon told his son, and to point out to him the prophecy that King Lemuel's mother prophesied to her son. Poor Matthew was a young man before his mother was aware of it. And, poor woman, she only found that out when Mr.
They did not mention Lemuel's pictures, or the artists; and he scarcely spoke on the way home. When they parted, Statira broke out crying, and would not let him kiss her. "I'm afraid your little friend at the St. Albans isn't altogether happy of late," said Evans toward the end of what he called one of his powwows with Sewell.
Occasionally, when he heard her utter sentiments such as these and when he saw her keenly sensitive to the flattery bestowed upon her by the people assembled at Mr. Lemuel's little gatherings, he had asked himself whether it was possible she could ever marry Sir Keith Macleod. But he was too wise to risk reawakening her rebellious fits by any encouragement.
"I'm about tired out." He took his head between his hands in sign of extreme fatigue, and drooped forward, with his eyes fixed on the ground. Lemuel's heart beat. Fifty cents would pay for his lodging, and he could stay till the next day and prolong the chance of something turning up without too sinful a waste of money. "How much is the bill?" he asked.
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