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Watkins thinks we should give the vice-consul a box of cigars. "Let's see; ten pounds and a box of cigars, that's three hundred lire at the price of exchange. You had the picture just three weeks, a hundred lire a week for the use of all that education in art, all that spiritual influence. Quite cheap, I should say." "And Mr. Watkins's services, Maud!" my wife asked, viciously.
In the morning Watkins's command was ordered to march on the left flank of the train to prevent a renewal of the attack upon it, and on approaching Hagerstown those in the rear of the column heard loud and repeated cheering from the men in front.
"I reckon she's goin' to be some hot tonight?" significantly remarked Watkins, addressing himself to Allen. "Maybe," grinned Allen. "We're goin' to take a hand in handlin' the Law," significantly remarked Norton. Watkins's face reddened. He stared offensively at Hollis. "I reckon you're a witness, too," he said, sneering.
Every thing that passed one day at dinner in confidence respecting our reception at her house, has been told to her and her husband, with no small exaggerations, by some person of the company. Governor Bill Livingston related some particulars that astonished me, and added, that he and Mr. and Mrs. Watkins thought it cruel in you to put such an unfair construction upon Watkins's behaviour to us.
Fulkerson, and we will go at once." "I suppose I could still get Watkins's former place," March suggested. "Never!" she retorted. "Telegraph instantly!" They were only afraid now that Fulkerson might have changed his mind, and they had a wretched day in which they heard nothing from him. It ended with his answering March's telegram in person.
Watkins's own squad, which up to this time had remained motionless in the road, set out at a brisk walk for Mrs. Gray's dwelling. "This is the place where the Union pilot lives, is it?" said Mr. Watkins, when Jonas halted and pointed out the house. "Yes, sar, moster, dat's de place. No dogs heah to pester you, kase ole Bose done killed by de robbers.
They don't drink two glasses of wine after dinner, and every other man at table is a country curate, with a white neckcloth, whose talk is about Polly Higson's progress at school, or widow Watkins's lumbago.
"Certainly, prettier than ever;" and his eye wandered over the quaint, low house, all odds and ends for nearly every year something had been built, or something pulled down; then crossing the smooth bit of lawn, Jem Watkins's special pride, it rested on the sloping field, yellow with tall buttercups, wavy with growing grass. "Let me see how long have we lived here?
He stood beside Watkins's desk, still self-possessed, the mocking smile still on his face, though into his eyes had come a doubting, worried expression. Plainly he had not anticipated such drastic action from Allen. The latter laughed grimly, quietly. "Sort of unexpected, wasn't it, Bill?" he said, addressing Dunlavey. "It ain't just the sort of politics that you've been used to.
I'm glad you're pleased to get 'em, Miss Frances." Watkins's back was a good deal bent; he certainly felt the heat of the sun, and was glad to hobble off into the shade. "Fuss is no word for her," he said; "though she's a good gel, and means well werry well."
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