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The tunnel would have to be seventy feet long, and would then strike the ledge at the same dept that a shaft twelve feet deep would have reached! This reminiscence calls to mind Jim Townsend's tunnel. He had paid assessments on a mine called the "Daley" till he was well-nigh penniless.
They were sitting together with their knees over the fire in Mrs. Townsend's dining-parlour, in which the perilous state of the country had been discussed by them for many a pleasant hour together. "Well, I think we shall; you see, my sister would never be happy here." "No, no; the shock and the change would be too great for her. Poor Lady Fitzgerald! And when is that man coming into the house?"
Townsend's conversation was a curious contradiction. Half of it consisted of tremendous generalities, which made the hearer gasp with a kind of mental deflation. The other side consisted of specific statements of the most meticulous kind. And these contradictory forms of attack upon the intelligence with whom he was in conversation were mixed together in the most admired disorder.
* Murden, p. 325. Townsend's Journals, p. 250. Stow's Annals. The queen's prohibition of the "prophesyings," or the assemblies instituted for fanatical prayers and conferences, was founded on a better reason, but shows still the unlimited extent of her prerogative.
At eight o'clock sharpshooters began firing on us from the left, and skirmishers were thrown out to hold them in check, or dislodge them and drive them from the houses where they sheltered and galled Townsend's men. Their field-pieces opened on us, too, and yet we did nothing, but at nine o'clock, being ordered, lay down and waited still.
Well, what had I read within the past month? I named several books which I had been re-reading Macaulay's Essays, Meredith Townsend's Asia and Europe, and Lowes Dickinson's Modern Symposium. "Well, tell me something about Asia and Europe" he said.
Townsend's piety or Andy's either, but she doubted the Episcopalians generally because they did not require more than God himself requires, and it hurt her sore that Andy should go with them rather than to her church across the brook, where Father Aberdeen preached every Sunday against the pride, and pomp, and worldliness generally of his Episcopal brethren. Andy believed in Mr.
Penniman took a discriminating view of her niece's journey; it seemed to her very proper that Mr. Townsend's destined bride should wish to embellish her mind by a foreign tour. "You leave him in good hands," she said, pressing her lips to Catherine's forehead. "You behave beautifully about not going with us," Catherine answered, not presuming to examine this analogy.
But she could at least be good, and if she were only good enough, Heaven would invent some way of reconciling all things the dignity of her father's errors and the sweetness of her own confidence, the strict performance of her filial duties and the enjoyment of Morris Townsend's affection. Poor Catherine would have been glad to regard Mrs.
"And what makes him interesting? his good looks?" "His misfortunes, Austin." "Ah, he has had misfortunes? That, of course, is always interesting. Are you at liberty to mention a few of Mr. Townsend's?" "I don't know that he would like it," said Mrs. Penniman. "He has told me a great deal about himself he has told me, in fact, his whole history. But I don't think I ought to repeat those things.
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