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I think it will be best, for the present, to keep the fact of Dr. Mackey's capture a secret." "You are right, mother." The matter was talked over, and Dr. Mackey was later on taken to a garret room and tied fast to an old four-poster bedstead, a piece of furniture weighing considerably over a hundred pounds. Then Old Ben was placed at the door to watch him.
Pake had ample English to make a good bargain. However, it was finally struck; and cutting Ancose Mackey's elaborate adieus very short, they took to the road again. They had twenty-five miles to cover.
She went to let her cousin in, and St. John began at once to speak of Colonel Stanton. "He is a spy," said the spendthrift. "You should be ashamed to harbor him in your house. These men will place him under arrest." "I don't think they will," put in Jack, as he came forward. "So you are here to do Dr. Mackey's dirty work, are you," he added. "Eh? What er do you mean?" stammered St. John.
The walls of this dwelling were wrested from the sides of Mackey's Tavern, while the shutters for many years adorned the parsonage of the old First Church. Similarly, in Hampton and in Fillmore Street, lived in enforced neighbourliness human fragments once having their places in crystallized communities where existence had been regarded as solved.
Mackey's claim, and it was not long before he took his departure, feeling that he had gained nothing by this new attack upon our hero's welfare. "I wish I could get him out of the way," he muttered, as he walked homeward, by a side road, so as to steer clear of the Federal troops. "If only he would join the army, and get shot down."
He's in Mackey's drug store, talkin' awful queer. He ain't his self, ye know. They thought maybe you could do somethin'." Jane went at once but she could do nothing except to lead gently home the chattering, shifting-eyed thing that had once been her father. One after another the village physicians shook their heads they could do nothing.
Already in Charleston my attention was called to the current talk among the people, that, when they had the control of things once more in their own hands and were no longer restrained by the presence of "Yankee" soldiers, men of Dr. Mackey's stamp would not be permitted to live there.
Bruce Mackey's I was caught gawpin' on and unsuspectin'. In fact, I was smotherin' a mild snicker at the situation, not dreamin' that I'd ever get any nearer to it than you would to some fool movie plot you might be watchin' worked out on the screen.
"Did you send him away on an errand?" "I I did not." "But he is not here. Tell me, is he is he missing shot?" "He is missing, yes. I do not believe he has been shot." "It must be more of Dr. Mackey's work," muttered the wounded officer, and then sank down. The conversation had exhausted him utterly, and it was a long while before he spoke again.
He treated one of my chums worse than a dog, and I came pretty close to having it out with him in consequence." "He doesn't look like a very tender-hearted man." "He doesn't know what tenderness is, Miss Ruthven. I would pity your brother if he had to place himself under Dr. Mackey's care." "We won't give Jack up unless the courts make us. My mother is firm on that point."
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