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So they drove off together, and talked about the Commission. "That Kurfeldt is going to be a nuisance," said Pell "I can't say yet. He evidently has no idea of what our aim is. Perhaps, though, when we really get to work, he'll prove useful." Peter had a call the next day from Rivington. It was made up of thanks, of college chat, and of inquiry as to duties.
As he turned into Rivington Street there approached him from the opposite direction a girl, walking slowly and undecidedly. When he came near her she looked up, with an appealing recognition. In a flash of the quick passing he thought he knew her a girl who had attended his mission and whom he had not seen for several months-but he made no sign and passed on. "Father Damon!"
It would be interesting to know why she treated them, on the whole, like travellers met by chance in a railroad station, from whom she was presently forever to depart. The time and manner of this departure were matters to be determined in the future. It would be interesting to know, likewise, just at what period the intention of moving away from Rivington became fixed in Honora's mind.
Why shouldn't I?" "I will do you something better worth having than that," he said. "Something I shouldn't like half so well," she returned. "No, I'm going to keep this, in memory of a perfect afternoon and some of the happiest days of my life." Rivington gave in, still smiling. "I'm going back to town to-morrow," he said. "Oh, are you?" Actual dismay sounded in her voice. "Why?"
They did a little fishing and a good deal of quiet lazing, a little exploring, and even one or two long, all-day rambles. And then one day, to Ernestine's amazement, Rivington took her sketching-block from her and began to sketch. He worked rapidly and quite silently for about an hour, smoking furiously the while, and finally laid before her the completed sketch. She stared at it in astonishment.
He did not appear to be a bit weighed down, either by the hugeness of his opportunity or by the awfulness of his responsibility. The supreme sensation of the East Side is the sensation of its astounding populousness. The most populous street in the world Rivington Street is a sight not to be forgotten.
Since this chronicle regards her, we must try to look at existence through her eyes, and those of some of her generation and her sex: we must give the four years of her life in Rivington the approximate value which she herself would have put upon it which is a chapter.
In one of them, a pathetic story appeared, telling of a once famous soldier of fortune starving in a tenement on Rivington Street, a man who in his day so the papers said had made rulers and unmade them, had helped to alter the map of more than one continent. Green investigated personally. The tale turned out to be nine-tenths reporter's imagination, and one-tenth, a garrulous, unreliable old man.
"Thanks," she answered, mockingly, and put her hands behind her back. "If I had only known you were going to settle down in Rivington and get fat and bald and wear dressing gowns and be a bear, I never should have married you never, never, never! Oh, how young and simple and foolish I was! And the magnificent way you talked about New York, and intimated that you were going to conquer the world.
He spoke without a trace of foreign accent. He stood in the middle of the room, facing Rivington, in a commanding attitude. Rivington took a seat on the edge of the table. He was still faintly smiling. "Go ahead, sir," he said. "Won't you sit down?" But Dinghra preferred to stand. "I am presuming that you are the Mr.
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