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Pincornet, snuff-box and handkerchief in hand, looked around him, saw the two at the corner table, and crossed to them. "Mr. Rand, I make you my compliments. I was in the gallery. Ah, eloquence, eloquence! substance persuasively put! Minerva with the air of Venus! I, too, was eloquent in my day! Pray honour me!"
I know all its long stretches, all its turns " He sighed, and moved so as to face the whitened ribbon. "You ride," said the dancing master; "but, for my own convenience, I go afoot, and it is probable that I know it best." They sat gazing down past garden and hillside to the still highway. "I have not walked upon it, however," continued Mr. Pincornet reflectively, "since September.
Cæsar and Joab, you take the horses round! Glad to see you, Adam; you too, Mr. Pincornet! Well, Mr. Rand, you spoiled the Egyptians this day! I never saw a finer election! Me and Mr. Fagg were talking of you. 'His father was a fighter before him, says Mr. Fagg, says he, 'and he's a fighter, too, damn him! says he, 'and we'll send him higher yet. Damn the Federalists! says he.
Half a dozen young people came to stay three days at the house; half a score more drove or rode over in the afternoons, going home after ten by moonlight or by starlight Their elders came with them, it was a business of minuets and contra-dances, painstakingly performed and solicitously watched A large old parlour gave its waxed floor, Mr Pincornet's violin furnished the music, and Mr Pincornet himself, lately returned to Albemarle from his season in Richmond, imparted instruction and directed the dance.
Pincornet thinks it is because she is in love with him. He is sorry for her because he rather prefers me. I am in love with him too. He is fifty, and French, and a dancing master, and he wears an old, old, lace cravat and a powdered wig! When are we going back to the house, Mr. Cary?" "Let us walk a little farther!" pleaded the gentleman.
Fer de Lawd's sake, don' look at me lak dat! I ain' gwine fergit, sah, de Lawd Jesus know I ain'!" Rand lifted the whip handle from his shoulder. "Mount, then, and come on. There's no good in idling here." A few moments later they overtook and passed Mr. Pincornet, now briskly walking, kit under arm, toward his dancing class.
Bland has the room at the other end, Jack Minor and Nelson the one next to him, and in the little room beside yours, Fair, we'll stow Mr. Pincornet. They've all danced themselves tired, and the whole place is to have a quiet night." The three sensible men went, after a little, to their several quarters, and the kinsman continued: "The class ends to-night, Fair.
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