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Doctor Toole, indeed, related in his own fashion, at the Phoenix, some years later, a rumour which, however, may have turned out to be no better than smoke. 'News of Zekiel, by Jove!
In due time a reply came from 'Zekiel. It was short, but to the point. "Huldy will be delighted to have him. Our boy Quincy is nearly fourteen years old now and he'll take good care of his little cousin. I'll try and be a father to him until you come for him."
Pangloss and William James Florence in that of Zekiel Homespun.
'Who are you? repeated Mervyn. The phantom seemed to recover himself slowly, and only said: 'Mr. Mervyn? 'Who are you, Sir? cried Mervyn, again. 'Zekiel Irons, he answered. 'Irons? what are you, and what business have you here, Sir? demanded Mervyn. 'The Clerk of Chapelizod, he continued, quietly and remarkably sternly, but a little thickly, like a man who had been drinking.
And Uncle Sime chimed in, "We wuz took faint both on us jest as we got to the door and had to set down, and I mistrusted I should find cousin Zekiel there," and then happenin' to remember, both at the same time, they begun to say how they went for the good of the meetin' house. Sez I in frigid axents, "Say no more!" And I turned onto my heel and walked coldly away.
I gave the house to 'Zekiel because I never could have lived in it. Maude and I are going to call on Mrs. Strout." Quincy found 'Zekiel in the barn, and broached the matter on his mind at once. "I'm glad you spoke of it," said 'Zekiel. "I was over to Mandy's yesterday and Uncle Ike wants to come and live with us.
'Who's here? he asked, looking at Irons, whose face he remembered, though he forgot to whom it belonged. 'I'm Zekiel Irons, the parish-clerk, please your worship, and all I want is ten minutes alone with your honour. 'For what purpose? demanded the magistrate, eyeing him sharply. 'To tell you all about a damned murder. 'Hey why who did it?
It was this wonderful superiority of expression that had first attracted 'Zekiel as he played about on the floor of Dame Fossie's parlour. The china dog never looked at him with friendly good-fellowship, like the other dogs of the village. It never wanted to share his crusts, or upset him by running up against his legs just as he thought he had mastered the difficulties of "walking like Granny!"
Well, there would be an explanation some time; a pleasant one; one to smile over, and tell 'Zekiel and repeat to the neighbors; but not an unexpected, sacred, beautiful explanation, such a one as the heart of a woman could imagine, if she were young enough and happy enough to hope.
He asked nothing better than to set out on a voyage without a port; sailing aimlessly eastward day after day, through the long chain of landlocked bays, with the sea plunging behind the sand-dunes on our right, and the shores of Long Island sleeping on our left; anchoring every evening in some little cove or estuary, where Zekiel could sit on the cabin roof, smoking his corn-cob pipe, and meditating on the vanity and comfort of life, while I pushed off through the mellow dusk to explore every creek and bend of the shore, in my light canoe.
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