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His brow contracted as he turned to Miss Jo: "You don't like my uncle!" "I hate him!" Miss Jo was recovering her ready tongue. Culpepper blushed. He would have liked to enter upon some details of the Colonel's pedigree and exploits, but there was not time. He only smiled sadly. The smile melted Miss Jo.
"It's only his fun," he said, looking round and raising his glass. "He's afraid I'm going to praise him up praise him up. Here's to my old friend, Mr. Culpepper: one of the best. We all have our faults, and he has his has his. Where was I?" "Sit down," growled Mr. Culpepper. "Talking about my husband's faults," said his wife. "So I was," said Mr. Sharp, putting his hand to his brow.
"Be it so, Mr Culpepper; let your wife take care of him until all is complete, and his chest is ready. You'll oblige me by arranging about his mess." "Your wishes shall be most strictly attended to, Captain Delmar," replied Mr Culpepper, with another profound inclination, which made me feel very much inclined to laugh.
The young Poins making no question, he repeated twice: 'Clear away. Right clear away. Poins, however, could hold but one thing of a time in his head. And, by that striving, dangerous servant of Lord Privy Seal, Throckmorton, it had been firmly enjoined upon him that he must not fail to meet Thomas Culpepper and stay him upon his road to England.
And if Mart Culpepper can give his time and his money every day helping them poor devils down by the track, niggers and whites, good and bad, male and female, I guess the Lord will put in lick for lick with Mart and see that his helping doesn't hurt them."
General Toombs' brigade started in retreat from Centreville. He did not relish this movement. He writes home from Culpepper: This has been a sad and destructive business.
'Thou wast sent to Paris to slay, and thou hast not slain! 'Thou liest! Culpepper asseverated. 'I was sent to purge Paris town, and I ha' purged un.
Hoping this will find you enjoying the same I beg my dear sir to sign myself "Your ob't s'r'v't J. DOLAN." When Jacob Dolan finished his letter, he addressed the envelope and hurried away to mail it. And so long as we are here in the court-house, and the custodian is gone, would you like to step in and see Martin Culpepper across the hall?
James Culpepper went out, returned quickly, and after a minute's hesitation and an uneasy glance towards his sister, who had meantime pushed back her sou'wester from her forehead, and without taking off her jacket had dropped into a chair before the fire with her back towards him, took his gun noiselessly from the rack, and saying carelessly that he would be back in a moment, disappeared.
Being maudlin and friendly at the time, he had cast his arms round the magister's neck claiming him for a loved acquaintance. They had drunk together and had started, towards midnight, to find the chamber of Katharine Howard, Culpepper seeking his cousin, and the magister, Margot Poins. On the way they had enlisted other jovial souls, and the tumult in the corridor had arisen.
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