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"Not as far as I know; I shouldn't think so," she had said. He felt that, as Davenport's absence was still so short, and might soon be ended and accounted for, the situation did not yet warrant the disclosure of a fact which Davenport himself had wished to keep private.
The beautiful woman who could be what she looks who could really contain what her beauty seems the token of whose soul, in short, could come up to the promise of her face, there would be a creature! You'll think I've had bad luck in love, too, Mr. Larcher." Larcher was thinking, for the instant, about Edna Hill, and wondering how near she might come to justifying Davenport's opinion of women.
They may 'a' been friends, or they may 'a' been foes. He may be in Davenport's confidence at the present moment; or he may 'a' had a hand in gettin' rid o' Davenport. Or then again, whatever was between 'em mayn't 'a' had anything to do with the disappearance; an' Turl mayn't want to own up to knowin' Davenport, for fear o' bein' connected with the disappearance.
For Rousseau's own description, see his letters to Mdme. de Luze, May 10, 1766. Corr., iv. 326. Burton, 313. It has been stated that Rousseau never paid this; at any rate when he fled, he left between thirty and forty pounds in Mr. Davenport's hands. See Davenport to Hume; Burton, 367. Rousseau's accurate probity in affairs of money is absolutely unimpeachable. Corr. iv. 312. April 9, 1766.
Another such is Robert Davenport's Abstemia, so warmly admired by Washington Irving; another is the heroine of that singularly powerful and humorous tragi-comedy, labelled to How to Choose a Good Wife from a Bad, which in its central situation anticipates that of Leigh Hunt's beautiful Legend of Florence; while Decker has revived, in one of our sweetest and most graceful examples of dramatic romance, the original incarnation of that somewhat pitiful ideal which even in a ruder and more Russian century of painful European progress out of night and winter could only be made credible, acceptable, or endurable, by the yet unequalled genius of Chaucer and Boccaccio.
Perhaps there had been something going on, about the time of the disappearance, that I that Davenport hadn't known. Or the disappearance itself may have brought out things that had been hidden. Many possibilities occurred to me; but the end of all was that there had been a mistake; that 'the young lady' was deeply concerned about Murray Davenport's fate; and that Larcher saw her frequently.
Davenport's, "and that, without all question, Deputy Leete knew as much"; and that "in the head of a company in the field a-training," it had lately been "openly spoken by them, that, if they had but two hundred friends that would stand by them, they would not care for Old or New England."
"Did you see any babies there?" inquired little Mary, who was amusing herself by walking around the room backwards. "What sort of babies live ones, or rag ones, or wax ones?" inquired Oscar. "No, none of them," replied Mary; "I mean crying babies, like Annie Davenport's." "O, you mean those little dolls that make a squeaking noise when you squeeze them.
"Nothing at all; but I'm thinking of Davenport's feelings. You know how he would hate that sort of publicity." "That must be risked. It's a small thing compared with his safety. Oh, if you knew my anxiety!" "I understand, Miss Kenby. I'll have Mrs. Haze go to police headquarters at once. I'll go with her.
Please forget all the silly things I ever said about it, Aunt C'rilla." Davenport's Story It was a rainy afternoon, and we had been passing the time by telling ghost stories. That is a very good sort of thing for a rainy afternoon, and it is a much better time than after night.
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