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"Certainly not. Why should I?" "Boats are such dangerous things." "Yes," said the Captain quietly "in the hands of those who don't know how to use them. But Maine and your niece are not punting, and they have two of Dallas's best men." "Yes," said Mrs Morley, with a sigh of relief, as they reached the gate and made their way into the veranda.
Sir, when I came to Congress, I found the honorable gentleman a leading member of the House of Representatives. Well, Sir, in what did we differ? One of the first measures of magnitude, after I came here, was Mr. Dallas's proposition for a bank. It was a war measure. It was urged as being absolutely necessary to enable government to carry on the war.
It has, however, been matter of considerable anxiety to me to learn that it is Governor Dallas's desire to return to England next year.
But Mary and Bill wanted mountain-climbing, and had already yawned their way in Dallas's wake through the English cathedrals; and May, always fair to her children, had insisted on holding the balance evenly between their athletic and artistic proclivities.
If you are, let's make it up and go and lunch at Henri's. I've got to rush out to Versailles afterward." Archer did not accompany his son to Versailles. He preferred to spend the afternoon in solitary roamings through Paris. He had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime. After a little while he did not regret Dallas's indiscretion.
But the laugh did startle him; it still seemed wonderful that across all those miles and miles of country forest, river, mountain, prairie, roaring cities and busy indifferent millions Dallas's laugh should be able to say: "Of course, whatever happens, I must get back on the first, because Fanny Beaufort and I are to be married on the fifth." The voice began again: "Think it over?
Archer continued to stare at him. "You told her I was here?" "Of course why not?" Dallas's eye brows went up whimsically. Then, getting no answer, he slipped his arm through his father's with a confidential pressure. "I say, father: what was she like?" Archer felt his colour rise under his son's unabashed gaze. "Come, own up: you and she were great pals, weren't you?
The special affair in progress, at the time of these statements, was called Cudjoe's War. Cudjoe was a gentleman of extreme brevity and blackness, whose full-length portrait can hardly be said to adorn Dallas's History of the Maroons; but he was as formidable a guerrilla as Marion. Under his leadership, the various bodies of fugitives were consolidated into one force, and thoroughly organized.
After Dallas had taken his degree she had thought it her duty to travel for six months; and the whole family had made the old-fashioned tour through England, Switzerland and Italy. Archer remembered Dallas's wrath at being asked to contemplate Mont Blanc instead of Rheims and Chartres.
Pauline was stately in a beach-dress of bright browns, which shaded softly into one another; it was one of Miss Dallas's peculiarities, that she never wore more than one color, or two, at the same time. Miss Dallas bounded with pretty feet from rock to rock.
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