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The men pressed nearer. "Time to go home! Time to go home!" quavered the liquor-seller; and Ned opened his eyes, and slowly raised his huge frame from the bench. "What's the row?" asked he of his comrades. "The Honorable Abel Newt's the row," said Jim, pointing at him. There was something peculiarly irritating to Abel in the pointing finger.
But while the young man was always so glad to go to Boniface Newt's gloomy house for some reason which he did not explain, and which even his sister Ellen did not know or, at least, which she pretended not to know, although one evening that wily young girl talked with brother Gabriel about May Newt, as if she had some particular purpose in the conversation, until she seemed to have convinced herself of some hitherto doubtful point yet with all the willingness to go to the house, Gabriel Bennet never went to the office of Boniface Newt, Son, & Co.
Gabriel must tell the story of the unlading the ship Mary B., which has just come in which is Lawrence Newt's favorite ship; but why called Mary B. not even Thomas Tray knows, who knows every thing else in the business.
"This way," said the book-keeper, suddenly, as he saw that he was going toward Mr. Newt's room. "I want Mr. Newt." "Which one?" "The young one, Mr. Abel Newt." "He is not here." "Where is he?" "I don't know." Before the book-keeper was aware the young man had opened the door that communicated with Mr. Newt's room. The haggard face under the gray hair turned slowly toward the messenger.
When they reached Mr. Newt's room they found him lying upon a sofa, while Musher and the Honorable B.J. Ele were trying to get him up. "D n it! stand up, can't you?" cried Mr. Ele. "No, I can't," replied Abel, with a half-humorous maudlin smile. At the same moment the impetuous roar of the crowd in the street stole in through the closed windows. "Newt! Newt! Newt!"
The young lady looked at him with a gentle inquiry in her eyes as who should say, "What do you know about it?" Lawrence Newt's eyes understood in a moment, and he answered: "Oh, I know it as I know that a rose smells sweet." He bowed as he said it, and took her hand. "Will you remember to ask your mother if she remembers Lawrence Newt, and if he may come and see her?"
"Good-evening, Gabriel!" he answered, in a soft, ringing voice; then bowed and spoke to Mr. and Mrs. Bennet. "Gabriel doesn't forget old school-days," said the new-comer to Mrs. Bennet. "No, he has often told us of his friendship with Little Malacca," returned the lady calmly, as she resumed her work. "And how little I thought I was to see him when I came to Mr. Newt's store," said the young man.
If we were all angels, things would be different. If this were the Millennium, every thing would doubtless be agreeable to every body. But it is not how very sad! True, how very sad! Where was I? Oh! it's all devil take the hindmost. And because your neighbors are dishonest, why should you starve? You see, Abel?" It was in Mr. Boniface Newt's counting-room that he preached this gospel.
Cut off the legs, the tail, the jaws, separately or all together, and, as Spallanzani showed long ago, these parts not only grow again, but the redintegrated limb is formed on the same type as those which were lost. The new jaw, or leg, is a newt's, and never by any accident more like that of a frog.
Lawrence Newt put his head into the room. "It's fortunate that he's dead!" said the painter. "Why so?" "Because goddesses never marry." Lawrence Newt's head disappeared. "Good-morning, Miss Hope." "Good-morning, Mr. Merlin." He bowed and seated himself, and the conversation seemed to have terminated. Hope Wayne was embroidering.
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