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Human beings are harder to kill than you think." There was a kindliness, even a fellowship, in Captain Renfrew's tones that spread like oil over Peter's raw nerves. It occurred to the negro that this was the first time he had been addressed as an authentic human being since his conversation with the two Northern men on the Pullman, up in Illinois. It surprised him.
Cadwallader reflectively, when Mrs. Renfrew's attention was called away. "It strengthens the disease," said the Rector's wife, much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat, some blood, and some bile that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill."
Thomas was on his right, within easy support, moving by cross-roads from Red Oak to the Fayetteville road, extending from Couch's to Renfrew's; and Howard was aiming for Jonesboro. I was with General Thomas that day, which was hot but otherwise very pleasant.
Old Rose is such a thief and a liar." "Nope," declared the constable, "the old nigger never would of made up a lie like that, never would of thought of it. Old Cap'n Renfrew's gettin' childish; this nigger's takin' advantage of it. Down at the liver'-stable the boys were talkin' about Siner goin' to git married, an' dern if old man Renfrew didn't git cut up about it!"
Lady Chettam, who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance, entered with much exercise of the imagination into Mrs. Renfrew's account of symptoms, and into the amazing futility in her case of all, strengthening medicines. "Where can all the strength of those medicines go, my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager, turning to Mrs.
Thomas was on his right, within easy support, moving by cross-roads from Red Oak to the Fayetteville road, extending from Couch's to Renfrew's; and Howard was aiming for Jonesboro. I was with General Thomas that day, which was hot but otherwise very pleasant.
Thomas was on his right, within easy support, moving by cross-roads from Red Oak to the Fayetteville road, extending from Couch's to Renfrew's; and Howard was aiming for Jonesboro. I was with General Thomas that day, which was hot but otherwise very pleasant.
He thought of the Arkwright boy; he thought of the white men smiling as his mother's funeral went past the livery-stable; he thought of Captain Renfrew's manuscript that he was transcribing. Through all the old man's memoirs ran a certain lack of sincerity. Peter always felt amid his labors that the old Captain was making an attorney's plea rather than a candid exposition.
In the Captain's library the only notice of evolution was a book called "Darwinism Dethroned." As for the elaborations of the Darwinian hypothesis by Spencer, Fiske, DeVries, Weismann, Haeckel, Kidd, Bergson, and every subsequent philosophic or biologic writer, all these men might never have written a line so far as Captain Renfrew's library was informed. Now, why such extraordinary occlusions?
Now the same summons had seeped around to him from another direction. "I I'll show you de way to Cap'n Renfrew's ef ef you'll come back wid me th'ugh de cedar glade," proposed the child. "I I ain't skeered in de cedar glade, b-b-but hit's so dark I kain't see my way back home. Peter thanked him and declined his services. After all, he might as well go to see Captain Renfrew.
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