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Selden, on the Three-Notched Road, gave me The Federalist. Are you a lawyer, sir?" The gentleman laughed, and the genie behind the counter laughed. Young Mocket plucked Lewis Rand by the sleeve, but the latter was intent upon the personage before him and did not heed. "Yes," said the gentleman, "I am a lawyer. Are you going to be one?" "I am," said the boy.
Learning that he was on his way to Richmond, Golden-Tongue gave him this to be delivered in silence to you." Mocket took from the table a feather and held it out to the other. "A blackbird feather," exclaimed Rand, turning it over in his hand. "That would mean that would mean 'It is the fall of the leaf. The bird has flown south.
Mocket, I wish I could remember all that, on several occasions, I must have said to you. Seeing," continued Tom, "that I haven't spoken to him more than a dozen times in my life, I shouldn't consider there would be much difficulty in that, and I told him as much. 'You're mistaken, he said. 'It is difficult. We all have bad memories.
He sent me to Mason County with a letter, but I wasn't to deliver it until I had the promise that it should be burned before me as soon as 't was read, for, says he, it contains high treason." "Gad!" thought Mocket to himself, "I'm glad that some one else's letters are burned as well! If I were as cool as Aaron Burr looks " Mr.
In an age of hard drinking he was accounted puritanically abstemious. Mocket, glancing after him, knew that the draught meant disturbance so deep that the organism needed, rather than craved, the strength within the glass. Rand came back to the fireplace. "Do you remember when, in November, I burned here, or thought I burned here, all papers, all letters " "Do I?" asked Mocket, with emphasis.
His lieutenant joined him, and together they left the Capitol and struck down the parched slopes to Governor Street. "Things are all right at Williamsburgh," ventured Mocket, finding the silence oppressive. "I got in too late to see you last night. Were you at the Capitol yesterday also?" "Yes." "A man told me they had Adam on the stand. They got nothing from him?" "Nothing."
"I wish he'd be Governor of Virginia." "Who? Tom?" The girl laughed. "La, no, ma'am! Mr. Rand." The tone conveyed, pleasantly enough, both the grotesque impossibility of Mr. Tom Mocket aspiring to such a post, and the eminent suitability of its lying in the fortunes of Lewis Rand.
He lay gaunt and shattered, with strained eyes and fingers picking at the sheet. "Don't you know me, Mocket?" Mocket roused himself for one moment. "Course I know you, general! Crops mighty fine this year! Never saw such wheat!" The light sank in his eyes; his face grew as it was before, and his fingers picked at the sheet. He spoke in a monotone.
What imaginable thing has brought him here?" He replaced the papers in a drawer, closed and locked it, looked up to see that Mocket was gone, and spoke to the negro. "Show Major Churchill in here." The Major entered, dry, withered, his empty sleeve pinned to the front of his riding-coat. "Mr. Rand, good-evening. Ha, a cheerful fire against a frosty night!
He had lost sight of Mocket, but as he put his key into the door, the other came panting up, and the two entered the bare, sunshine-flooded room together. Rand locked the door and, without a look at his trembling subaltern, proceeded to take from his desk paper after paper, some in neatly tied packets, some in single sheets, until a crisp white heap lay on the wood beneath his hand.
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