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Updated: May 6, 2025
The Van Rensselaer Manor House stood on the river bank, but nothing is now left of it but the little old brick office, which stands disconsolate along the street, watching through half-closed blinds the great woodworking plant which occupies the site of the old home of the Patroon.
"Unless disposed to serve the Queen, you have not done well, my friend, to brave one of her commanders at the muzzles of his guns." observed the Patroon, so soon as the state of the case became too evident to doubt of the intentions of the man-of-war's men.
I saw the Van Rensselaers once, near Albany, riding in a wagon with straw under their feet, on common chairs, the old Patroon himself driving. This boy is some off-scouring." "He outranks you, mademoiselle," retorted Madame Tank. "That's what I wanted to find out," said Annabel. I kept half an eye on Croghan to see what he thought of all this woman talk.
This is not a country, Patroon, to be nice about the quality of the cloth a man has on his back, or whether he wears a wig or only his own hair. What is the fellow gaping at?"
Their conceits sadly unsettle trade, and I know not why they may not cause a wilful girl to do any other act of folly." "This reasoning seems conclusive with the uncle. Do the suitors assent to its justice?" The Patroon of Kinderhook had stood gazing, long and earnestly, at the countenance of the extraordinary being who asked this question.
"Peter shall ride with you," began Sir Lupus; but Dorothy broke in, impatiently: "He need not. I shall guide Mr. Ormond to Broadalbin." "Oh no, you won't!" snapped the patroon; "you've done enough of forest-running for one day. Peter, pilot Mr. Ormond to the Bush."
"It was fortunate, Miss Carew, I happened along," he said gravely. "With your permission, I will get in. You can tell me what has happened as we drive along. The manor house, my temporary home, is not far from here. If I can be of any service, command me!" The jackal saw the patroon spring into the carriage, having fastened his horse behind, and drive off.
"Lord, how servants imbibe the ideas of their betters!" quoth the patroon, as he left the house and strode down the graveled walk, decapitating the begonias with his cane. Furtively the valet watched his departing figure. "Why does he want it?" he thought. Then he shrugged his shoulders. "What do I care!"
We were no sooner in smooth water than the patroon, according to their beastly Hollands custom, stopped his boat and required of us our fares. Two guilders was the man's demand between three and four shillings English money for each passenger. But at this Catriona began to cry out with a vast deal of agitation. She had asked of Captain Sang, she said, and the fare was but an English shilling.
The humane and judicious patroon, DeVrees, in whom the Indians seem to have reposed great confidence, had a beautiful estate several miles up the river, at a place called Vreesendael. It was a delightful spot of about five hundred fertile acres, through which wound a fine stream affording handsome mill seats. The meadows yielded hay enough spontaneously for two hundred head of cattle.
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