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But Taylor would not have it called a farm, for the world; he delights in big words," said Mr. Wyllys. "That is only natural, I suppose, for 'Don Pompey, as Mr. Stryker calls him," observed Mr. Ellsworth. The following morning was the happy occasion, which was to make Mrs. George Wyllys the wife of Uncle Dozie.
He was one of those men who hang loose on society; he seemed to have neither relations nor connexions; no one knew his origin: for years he had occupied the same position in the gay world of New York, with this difference, that at five-and-twenty he was known as Bob Stryker; at five-and-thirty he was Colonel Stryker, the traveller; and at five-and-forty he had returned to New York, after a second long absence, as Mr.
"I'm Wilyum Stryker, Capt'n Stryker, marster and 'arf-owner of this wessel, and wot I says 'ere is law. We don't carry no passengers. D'ye understand me?" aggressively. "There ain't no pusson nymed Calendar aboard the Allytheer, an' never was, an' never will be!" "What name did you say?" Kirkwood inquired. "This ship?
>From Glen-Cove the Petrel made a reach across the Sound to Sachem's-Head, where Mr. Stryker enjoyed to perfection the luxuries of clam-soup, lobster-salad, and chowder. Their next port was Nantucket. They happened to arrive there just before a thunder-shower, and Charlie Hubbard was much struck with the wild, desolate look of the island.
With the money Stryker was to give him he would be able to get back to London and his third-rate hostelry, but not with enough over to pay that one week's room-rent, or ... "Oh, the devil!" he groaned, head in hands. The future loomed wrapped in unspeakable darkness, lightened by no least ray of hope.
I shall require it from the future Mrs. Stryker; though not very particular about the rest of the world. I am much obliged to you, Mrs. de Vaux, for the suggestion; I'll think of it," said Mr. Stryker, deliberately crossing one leg over the other, to make himself comfortable. "You, who know everybody, Mr.
A troublesome care stirring in his mind, Kirkwood looked round the deck; but Stryker was very busy, entirely too preoccupied with the handling of his ship to be interrupted with impunity. Besides, there was plenty of time.
You have been a delightful beau now, for how many years?" asked the lady, mischievously. "Oh, these five lustres, I suppose; for I began early," replied Mr. Stryker, who had too much worldly wisdom, not to make a merit of frankness, where he could not help it. "Six, you mean," said Mrs. de Vaux, laughing. "No, five, honestly counted.
He found the deference of the older man, tempered though it was by his indomitable swagger, refreshing in the extreme. "A little appreciation isn't exactly out of place, come to think of it," he commented, adding, with an eye for the captain: "Stryker, you bold, bad butterfly, have you got a gun concealed about your unclean person?" The captain shook visibly with contrition. "No, Mr.
'Obbs appeared in the shape of a walking pillar of oil-skins capped by a sou'wester, and went on deck; Stryker, following him out of the state-room, shed his own oilers in a clammy heap upon the floor, opened a locker from which he brought forth a bottle and a dirty glass, and, turning toward the table, for the first time became sensible of Kirkwood's presence.
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