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Plimpton, before whose pertinacity the walls of Jericho had fallen; and finally the queer, twisted Richardson mansion of the Everett Constables, whither he was bound, with its recessed doorway and tiny windows peeping out from under mediaeval penthouses.
The Church had lost him, and thousands like him, and she needed them; could not, indeed, do without them. Where, indeed, were the young men? They did not bother their heads about spiritual matters any more. But were they not, he asked himself, franker than many of these others, the so-called pillars of the spiritual structure? Mr. Plimpton accosted him. "I congratulate you upon the new plans, Mr.
I know it will be late in the season, but don't you think you could take us, Alison? And I intend to give you a dinner. I'll write you a note. Here's Wallis." "Well, well, well," said Mr. Plimpton, shaking Alison's hand. "Where's father? I hear he's gone to Calvary." Alison made her escape. Inside the silent church, Eleanor Goodrich gave her a smile and a pressure of welcome.
When Mr. Bedloe Hubbell had undertaken, in the name of Reform, to make a witch's cauldron of the city's politics, which Mr. Beatty had hitherto conducted so smoothly from the back room of his saloon, Mr. Plimpton had unselfishly offered his services. Bedloe Hubbell, although he had been a playmate of Mr.
You and I really don't believe in another world, or we shouldn't be taking so much trouble to make this one as we'd like to have it." "I never expected to hear you talk this way," said Mr. Plimpton. "Well, it's somewhat of a surprise to me," the lawyer admitted. "And I don't think you put it fairly," his friend contended. "I never can tell when you are serious, but this is damned serious.
Hodder," and seated himself beside Mr. Constable, in a chair designed to accommodate a portly bishop. Both of them started nervously as Asa Waring, holding his head high, as a man should who has kept his birthright, went directly to the rector. "I'm glad to see you, Mr. Hodder," he said, and turning defiantly, surveyed the room. There was an awkward silence. Mr. Plimpton edged a little nearer.
Blue Jay, 1; White-breasted Nuthatch, 1; Chickadee, 6; Golden-crowned Kinglet, 2. Total, 4 species, 10 individuals. Birds seem unusually scarce this winter. GEORGE L. PLIMPTON and EDWARD H. PERKINS. Bridgewater, Mass. Dec. 25; 8 to 10 A. M. Cloudy; ground bare; wind southeast, moderate; temperature 27 degrees to 42 degrees.
He left the room in such a state of absent-mindedness as actually to pass Mr. Parr in the corridor without speaking to him. The case of Wallis Plimpton was even worse. He had married the Gores, but he had sought to bind himself with hoops of steel to the Warings. The clan was sufficient unto itself, satisfied with a moderate prosperity and a continually increasing number of descendants.
You surely must come on to Hampton and visit us, and preach it over again in our little stone church there, by the sea. Good-by and don't forget! I'll write you, setting the date, only we'd be glad to have you any time." "One of the finest I ever heard if not the finest," Mr. Plimpton declared, with a kind of serious 'empressement', squeezing his hand.
For Charlotte Plimpton, nee Gore, to be told in her own city, by the rector of her own church that she was nobody was an event hitherto inconceivable! It was perhaps as extraordinary that she did not resent. it. Curiosity still led her on. "Conviction?" she repeated. "But I have conviction, Mr. Hodder. I believe in the doctrines of the Church."
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