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Updated: June 10, 2025
"You actually imagine that Richard Shackford Pshaw! It's simply impossible!" "I am too young a man to wish even to seem wiser than you, but my experience has taught me that nothing is impossible." "I begin to believe so myself. I suppose you have grounds, or something you consider grounds, for your monstrous suspicion. What are they?
But Richard Shackford would have the liveliest possible interest in the destruction of a document that placed a vast estate beyond his reach. Here was a motive on a level with the crime. That money had been taken, and that the fragments of the will had been carelessly thrown into a waste-paper basket, just as if the old man himself had thrown them there, was a stroke of art which Mr.
I don't care a curse, so long as it is an arrangement," and Mr. Shackford hurried out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Then Richard, quite undisturbed by his cousin's unreasonableness, sat himself down to eat the last meal he was ever to eat under that roof, a feat which his cousin's appetite had rendered comparatively easy.
Hennessey's selection, and peace was restored; but the majority of those present were workmen from Slocum's, and the event of the afternoon remained the uppermost theme. "Shackford is a different build from Slocum," said Piggott. "I guess the yard will find that out when he gets to be proprietor," rejoined Durgin, clicking his spoon against the empty glass to attract Snelling's attention.
It was thought by some that a mutiny might have broken out among the crew of the sloop, which resulted in scenes of violence and bloodshed, and that this wild-looking man was the only survivor of a desperate struggle between the officers and crew. Indeed, he looked not unlike a mutineer and murderer. Captain Shackford was indignant at these suspicions, and would hardly deign to give explanations.
In his flapping linen duster, for the weather was very sultry now, Mr. Shackford was seen darting excitedly from street to street and hovering about the feverish crowds, like the stormy petrel wheeling on the edges of a gale. Usually as chary of his sympathies as of his gold, he astonished every one by evincing an abnormal interest in the strikers.
To be sure, it dated far back; its women had always been virtuous, and its men, if not always virtuous, had always been ship-captains. But beyond this the family had never amounted to anything, and now there was so very little left of it. For Richard as Richard Lemuel cared nothing; for Richard as a Shackford he had a chaotic feeling that defied analysis and had never before risen to the surface.
Shackford on a certain morning which found that gentleman greatly disturbed by an unprecedented occurrence, Richard had slept out of the house the previous night. Durgin was the bearer of a note which Mr. Shackford received in some astonishment, and read deliberately, blinking with weak eyes behind the glasses.
"I imagine nobody was ever very intimate with Mr. Shackford." "My client was somewhat peculiar in his friendships." This was stating it charitably, for Mr. Perkins knew, and every one present knew, that Lemuel Shackford had not had the shadow of a friend in Stillwater, unless it was his cousin Richard.
The woman has been in the family of John Shackford, Esq., the present doorkeeper of the Senate of the United States, for many years; was considered an excellent servant was the mother of a number of children and I believe was sold into the family where she met her fate, as matter of conscience, to keep her from being sent below."
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