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Her face was thin and care-worn, and her hair seemed whiter than the last time he had seen her, and he truthfully divined the cause. Mrs. Benton's face brightened as her visitor entered the room, and she at once offered him a chair. "It is good of you to come this morning, sir," she told him. "I did not wish to miss the service," Douglas replied.
The English ambassador assures us that the Chinese negotiator of the late treaty was a splendid gentleman, and a diplomatist to move in any court of Europe. Shem, then, can mingle with Japheth in America. The Chinese must come. God will bring them. He will fulfil Benton's noble thought. The railroad must complete the voyage of Columbus.
It is true that the whig party may not have entire confidence in their rivals, the democratic party; they may doubt the propriety of some of the measures advocated by them the purity of the motives of some of their leaders. They may raise many objections to the democratic party, but I assure you, my whig friends, that there is more patriotism in Col. Benton's or Gen.
But Benton won't stand for a polite greaser who talks sweet an' gambles crooked. Mebbe' no one's told you what this place Benton is." "I haven't heard. Tell me," replied Allie. She might learn from any one. Fresno appeared at fault for speech. "Benton's a beehive," he replied, presently.
Marcy Gray served as pilot on Captain Benton's vessel for a period of ten days, counting from February 8 to the time the fleet set sail for Newbern; but the work the Burnside expedition had to do was not finished until April 26, when Fort Macon, in Georgia, surrendered, after a short, but brisk, bombardment.
Springing to the farthest reach of the room Ned crouched there, wide-eyed and trembling, and, of course, Luis followed his example. To "Forty-niner's" reassuring words, and to Mrs. Benton's cajoling ones, neither child paid any further heed.
He held the timepiece before him while the second-hand ticked its way once around its circle, then with feverish impatience he tore the end from the envelope. Benton's face paled a little as he drew out the many pages covered with a woman's handwriting, but there was no one to see that or to notice the tremor of his fingers.
Thar, now, don't git riled. Jist keep cool fer a few minutes 'til I'm through. If yer tired standin', ye kin set down. Flo, give this feller a chair." "I don't want a chair," Randall angrily retorted. "I want to get through with my business here. I ask you once more if my daughter sought refuge on board your boat the night she was supposed to have drowned herself off Benton's wharf?"
"There is a small, and, in itself, an unimportant Kingdom with Mediterranean sea-front, called Galavia," said Blanco. Benton's start was slight, and his features if they gave a telltale wince at the word became instantly casual again in expression. But his interest was no longer forced by courtesy. It hung from that moment fixed on the narrative.
Benton's voice broke out in an explosive "Thank God!" Von Ritz stood a moment silent, then, dropping to one knee, he took the fingers which fell listlessly over the arm of Cara's steamer-chair and raised them to his lips. "Your Majesty is Queen of Galavia." The American came to his feet, his hands clenched, but with quick self-mastery he stood back, breathing heavily.
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