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For the Venice of every day only escapes vulgarity by force of beauty: she lives up to the English and German tripper, borders her great Piazza with photograph shops, and counts on the sentimental traveller to feed her pigeons. Oh, that trail of the tourist over Europe, falsifying the very things he went out for to see!
The men who made Concord famous are dead, but their habitat has become increasingly classic ground as they themselves have receded into a dignified, historic past. At any rate, the trail of the excursionist the "cheap tripper," as he is called in England, is over it all.
Not that he, Jennifer, as he explained, owned to any quarrel with the alien invasion. Good for trade they were, that tripper lot, though wonnerful simple, he must say, when they came to talk, blessed with an almighty wide swallow for any long-eared fairy tale you liked to put on them. Mortal full of senseless questions, too, fit to make anybody laugh!
Tripper, a long, pale, thin woman, with sad eyes, who had once been pretty, and her daughter Euphronia, already referred to, who, in right of being very pretty, was the old squire's idol and was never thwarted in anything. She was, in consequence, a spoiled little damsel, self-willed, very vain, and as susceptible as a chameleon.
Tripper casually inquired of her daughter where she had been, a remark which might have escaped Keith's observation had not Ferdy Wickersham answered it in some haste. "She went after the cows," he said, with a quick look at her, "and I went fishing, but I did not catch anything." "I thought, Phrony, I saw you in the orchard," said her mother. Wickersham looked at her quickly again.
The evening after Phrony Tripper left New Leeds, a young woman somewhat closely veiled descended from the train in Jersey City. Here she was joined on the platform a moment later by a tall man who had boarded the train at Washington, and who, but for his spruced appearance, might have been taken for Mr. J. Quincy Plume.
No one was on deck, and it was apparent that the Columbus banks had shunted the craft clear across the river and down the chute, just as Rasba himself had been carried. The shadow of the trees on the west side of the chute fell across the boat and immediately brought the tripper out of the cabin. A shadow is a warning on wide rivers.
Ross drove the water out of the tube, opened the breech-door; and, reaching in with a long, heavy wire, lifted the starting lever and water tripper that gave motion to the torpedo's engine. The exhaust of air into the tube was driven out into the boat by the rapidly moving screws, and in a few moments the engine ran down.
Men and women were bustling along with that ceaseless haste that always struck him in New York haste to go, haste to return, haste to hasten: the trade-mark of New York life: the hope of outstripping in the race. A moment later he was conscious of a woman's step close behind him. He turned as the woman came up beside him, and faced Phrony Tripper.
It was Tripper, wasn't it?" She nodded. "I thought it was. Well, she was quite pretty, you remember; and, as I say, I fell in with her again, and having been old friends " He shifted in his seat a little as if embarrassed "Why oh, you know how it is.
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