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I really know nothing about her, but the moment I saw her I felt that she was different from any other woman I had ever met." "But you've found out about her since?" "No. I was tempted to question Dr. Purple, but I didn't like to ask about a friend." Lispenard laughed. "You've got a pretty bad case of conscience, I'm afraid. It's a poor thing to have in New York, too.
Lispenard stayed on to see the "comedy," and seemed to enjoy it, if the amused expression on his face when he occasionally gave himself up to meditation was any criterion. Peter had been pressed to stay beyond the original week, and had so far yielded as to add three days to his visit.
She appreciated his viewpoint, and bade him welcome as naturally as though they had been friends for years. And thereafter Mr. Lispenard was an irregular but always gladly received caller in the parlor separated from his own by little more than twelve inches of brick and mortar. In the days when Miss Mary was growing up to childhood, Mr.
Pell, who seemed to have taken a liking to Peter; a call on Lispenard; another on Le Grand; and a family meal at the Rivingtons, where he was made much of in return for his aid to Ray. In the saloons he worked hard over the coming primary, and spent evenings as well on doorsteps in the district, talking over objects and candidates.
Miss Luck takes a hand in and the brewer falls on Peter's breast-bone, and loves him ever afterwards. My cousin writes him, and he snubs her. Does she annihilate him as she would have other men? No. Miss Luck has arranged all that, and they become the best of friends." "Lispenard " Miss De Voe started to interrupt indignantly, but Lispenard continued, "Hold on till I finish. One at a time. Well.
When they parted at the door, Peter thanked Lispenard: "I've really learned a good deal, thanks to Miss De Voe and you. I've seen the pictures with eyes that know much more about them than mine do." "Well, we'll have to have another turn some day. We're always in search of listeners." "If you come and see me, Mr. Stirling," said Miss De Voe, "you shall see my pictures. Good-bye."
"I was thinking," she said slowly, "that I would like to have you meet Mr. Augustus Lispenard." "And who is he, may I ask?" "Well, he is an old gentleman who lives on Washington Square, and you will probably never see one another, but he seems to love New York more than anything in the world and you seem to, also." "Well . . . it's my town," confessed her companion.
"Now I'll show you the worst. I don't know whether she exploited her brother Ogden to you?" "Yes. She talked about you and your brother this evening." "Trust her to stand by her family. There's more loyalty in her than there was in the army of the Potomac. My cousin Lispenard says it's wrecking his nervous system to live up to the reputation she makes for him."
"Give me whichever has the most life in him." "It's Mutineer has the devil in him always, sir. Though it's not yourself need fear any horse. Only look out for the ice." Peter rode into the Park in ten minutes. He met Lispenard at the first turn. "Hello! It's not often you are here at this hour." Lispenard reined his horse up alongside. "No," said Peter.
Ruggles, on the corner of Lispenard and Church streets, I was hidden several days, during which time my intended wife came on from Baltimore at my call, to share the burdens of life with me. She was a free woman, and came at once on getting the good news of my safety. We were married by Rev. J. W. C. Pennington, then a well-known and respected Presbyterian minister.
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