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"How old is your daughter?" I asked, more to soften the effect of Marvin's brutal remark than anything else. "She's seventeen, I guess, but she's big for her age." The announcement came as a surprise. I had supposed from the way Jim had always spoken of her that she was a child of twelve. The possibilities of her camping out became all the more remote.
These fishermen and coastwise sailors fought on the land as well and followed the drums of Washington's armies until the final scene at Yorktown. Gloucester and Marblehead were filled with widows and orphans, and half their men-folk were dead or missing. * Marvin's "American Merchant Marine," p. 287.
If Jim was her uncle it must be on her mother's side; it certainly could not be on Marvin's. "And I'm glad, too," I replied. "Of course you shall go, and Jim tells me also that you are as good a woodsman as he is. And so Jim's your uncle, is he? He never told me that." "Oh, no," she answered quickly, with a little deprecatory air. "He isn't my real uncle.
Hodgkins, "but that ain't a flea bite to what I heerd next. "Ye know the Marvin's old Uncle Jehiel, him that lived with them five year an' then went off, nobody knows where, without sayin' a word to 'em? Well, he's been heard from! A lawyer has writ ter Jack Marvin's father sayin' there's a will, an' sech a will I'll be baound wuz never heerd of before!
He regretted his foolish marriage, both for her sake and his own, still he was ready now to do his whole duty by her, and it was Faith Marvin's words that had taught him that duty. But Maggie Brady was a greatly changed woman. There were thoughts in her heart which she revealed to no one, but which influenced her every deed and decision.
Morgan's came back hard in that last quarter and soon had the Maroon-and-Grey on the defensive. A fumbled punt by Carmine, who had taken Marvin's place a minute before, was secured by a Morgan's end and the aspect of the game changed very suddenly. The Orange-and-Blue was now in possession of the ball on Brimfield's twenty-six yards, and it was first down.
The first class was formed by Brother Allen, and consisted of L.H. Marvin, Leader, Mr. and Mrs. Peters, Bennett Gordon, and Mrs. Reuben Dexter. Brother Marvin still resides at Beaver Dam. The meetings were held in L.H. Marvin's cabinet shop, until other provision could be made.
"Old man's been 'spectin' ye for a week," Jim rambled on as he led the way to the shed, hitching up his one leather suspender that kept the brown overalls snug up under his armpits. "P'raps ye expected him to meet ye," he continued, "but ye don't know him. He ain't that kind. He won't go even for Ruby." "Who's Ruby?" The brother brush had not mentioned him. "Mr. Marvin's son?"
"It's old Marvin's son don't you see?" interrupted Squire Fletcher impatiently. "He 's big! famous!" "'Famous'! What for?" "Zounds, man! did n't you hear?" snarled the Squire. "He's a famous entomologist. It's his bugs and spiders." "Gosh!" ejaculated Jared, his hand seeking the bald spot on the back of his head. "Who'd ever have thought it? Gorry! Let's have a look at it."
Rightbody touched the topic he would have preferred to avoid. "I suppose we must talk over to-morrow," he hesitated, "this matter of yours and Mr. Marvin's? Mrs. Marvin has formally spoken to your mother." Miss Alice lifted her bright eyes intelligently, but not joyfully; and the color of action, rather than embarrassment, rose to her round cheeks. "Yes, HE said she would," she answered simply.
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