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"And even the Finns sent us some fish that their brother had caught, because, they said, they had more than they wanted. And Dr. Quackenboss sent us a goose and a turkey. We didn't like to keep them, but we were afraid if we sent them back it would not be understood." "Send them back!" said Fleda. "That would never do! All Queechy would have rung with it." "Well, we didn't," said Hugh.
"And even the Finns sent us some fish that their brother had caught, because, they said, they had more than they wanted. And Dr. Quackenboss sent us a goose and a turkey. We didn't like to keep them, but we were afraid, if we sent them back, it would not be understood." "Send them back!" said Fleda. "That would never do! All Queechy would have rung with it." "Well, we didn't," said Hugh.
"I was thinking how pleasant it was at your house, in England." "Has Carleton the honour of rivalling Queechy in your liking?" "I haven't lived there so long, you know," said Fleda. "I dare say it would if I had. I think it is quite as pretty a place." Mr. Carleton smiled with a very pleased expression. Truth and politeness had joined hands in her answer with a child's grace.
Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth him well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious." "There's a guinea for you, Capt. Rossitur," said his friend. "Do you know out of what mint?" "It doesn't bear the head of Socrates," said Charlton. "'Hast no philosophy in thee, Charlton?" said Fleda laughing back at him. "Has not Queechy a the honour of your approbation, Capt.
I wonder I didn't have it myself." They turned about, and without any more words measured back their way to Queechy Run. Mr. Jolly came out again, brisk and alert as ever; but after seeming to rack his brains in search of any actual or possible money-lender was obliged to confess that it was in vain; he could not think of one. "But I'll tell you what, Mr.
Carleton knew from the unmistakeable lines of the face was only because tears were waiting another time; quiet now, it would not be by and by. He came and stood at the window with her. "Do you know," he said, after a little, "that Mr. Rossitur purposes to leave Queechy?" "Does he?" said Fleda, rather starting, but she added not another word, simply because she felt she could not safely.
Plumfield read it and gave it her very thorough respect. "Mr. Carleton pardon me, sir, I do not doubt you but I remember hearing long ago that you were rich and great in the world it is dangerous for a Christian to be so Can she keep in your grandeur the simplicity of heart and life she has had at Queechy?" "May I remind you of your own words, my dear madam?
"I must tell you, because they know nothing, and needn't know, of all this matter." "What are you talking about?" "Marion is there " "Marion!" exclaimed Mr. Rossitur, with quick changes of expression, " Marion! At Queechy! and her husband?" "No sir, a dear little child." "Marion! and her husband where is he?" Fleda hesitated. "I don't know I don't know whether she knows " "Is he dead?" "No sir "
Rossitur's down to Queechy." "Mr. Rossitur's!" said Mrs. Evelyn; "does he send them here?" "He doos not," said Philetus; "he doosn't keep to hum for a long spell." "Who does send them then?" said Constance. "Who doos? It's Miss Fliddy Ringgan." "Mamma!" exclaimed Constance looking up. "What does she have to do with it?" said Mrs. Evelyn.
You are no more fit to go to Queechy to-morrow than you were to be out till seven o'clock this evening; and if you saw yourself, you wouldn't want me to say any more. There is not the least morsel of colour in your face, and you look as if you had a mind to get rid of your body altogether as fast as you can! You want to be in bed for two days running, now this minute." "Thank you, dear Mrs.
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