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I knew now that I was at "Putney's," a ford on the Pamunkey, and an hour later I came in sight of the ship-lights at White House, and heard the steaming of tugs and draught-boats, going and coming by night.
They been comin' here a long time and usually came earlier and stayed later than anybody else. I don't know nothin', mind ye, but there's talk she had trouble with her husband." "You mean Mr. and Mrs. Congdon have separated?" "I'm sayin' nothin'! But the Congdons are all queer. His pap used to have a house here and he was the worst ole crank on the shore. Young Putney's a pretty decent fellow.
They were still in their daze when Putney's voice came through the open hall door. "Hello! hello! hello! Hello, Central! Can't I make you hear, any one?" His steps advanced into the hall, and he put his head in at the library doorway. "Thought you'd be here," he said, nodding at the doctor. "Well, doctor, Brother Peck's beaten us again. He's going." "Going?" the doctor echoed. "Yes. It's no use.
But Mrs. Munger remained. "I don't believe Mrs. Putney herself would say what you have said," she remarked, after an embarrassing moment. "If it were really so I should be willing to make any reparation to acknowledge it. Will you go with me to Mrs. Putney's? I have my phaeton here, and " "I shouldn't dream of going to Mrs. Putney's with you." Mrs.
Fennel's praiseworthy attitude, I thought: 'Pray don't put yourself about, sir, on my account, I beg. But then, Mr. Fennel, I make no doubt, was heading straight for bankruptcy. I have sought his name in vain among Putney's modern tradesfolk. Whereas, Mr.
Putney!" said Mrs. Munger, with hospitable deprecation. "I'm sure no one wants to do anything of the kind." She looked round at the company for corroboration, but no one cared to attract Putney's attention by any sound or sign.
I've been asking Miss Kilburn to go with me to Mrs. Putney's. I think it would be a graceful and proper thing for me to do, to express my sympathy and interest, and to hear what Mrs. Putney really has to say. Don't you think I ought to go to see her, doctor?" The doctor laughed. "I can't prescribe in matters of social duty. But what do you want to see Mrs. Putney for?" "What for?
It was so incredible that it was not until he described his journey to Huddleston in Putney's company that she was able to see any humor in the series of events that had led them all into the north. "Poor dear Putney! And he doesn't know yet that you nearly killed him!" "Oh, there are a lot of things he doesn't know.
She believed in his fitness to deal with the questions of religion and education which he took part in, and was always quoting Mr. Gerrish. She called him Mr. Gerrish so much that other people began to call him so too. But Mrs. Putney's husband held out against it, and had the habit of returning the little man's ceremonious salutations with an easy, "Hello, Billy," "Good morning, Billy."
Gerrish's personalities had turned public sentiment in his favour. Colonel Marvin came over to Putney's pew and shook hands with him before sitting down by his side. He began to talk with him in whisper while Gerrish went on "But on the other hand, sir, what do we see?
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