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Delancey's lips quivered, but his countenance did not change, as he looked her in the face, and told her he had not known it until now. And now her husband spoke: "It was very late, and he must want refreshment; and Mr.
Not a country girl but had her significant smile, as young Delancey's horse's head was turned towards Hatton Grange. Delancey joined the army at an early age. Blanche was some eighteen months his junior. They parted with tears, and thus they continued to do for the two following years, during which Oliver frequently got leave to run down to his uncle's.
And very seldom have I gone home at night, even in the howling blizzards of winter, without passing Gibb leaning against the warm bright show window of the last open place of business, and waiting with placid greediness for one final event of some kind to transpire before going to his well-earned repose. Beside Gibb's leisure, DeLancey's is poor amateurish stuff.
Then bending forward, he added, in a lower tone, "If the old gentleman is stormy to-morrow, at the loss of his daughter, remember you know nothing about the affair; you'll lose your place, I'm afraid, if you do." "You surely don't mean 'tis Mr. Delancey's child?" "Aye, the same." "Can it be possible!
"Since you wish it yes, without fail. You will explain matters when we meet there?" "They will explain themselves. Don't forget." The day wore on, and everything went on in its usual manner, until just before Mr. Delancey's dinner hour, when, to the surprise of all, the loud report of a pistol was heard, coming from the little court, just at the back part of the store.
As she was about to ascend the stairs, Mrs. Delancey's maid met her, with the message that her mother desired an interview. "Say to my mother, that I beg to be excused for a few moments, but will be with her presently," said Della, proceeding up the stairs. The girl obeyed, but returned immediately, and over-taking Della on the stairs, said:
Delancey's funeral was scarcely over, before Guly received a message, stating that his friend the dwarf, was very ill, and desired to see him. The ragged boy, who brought the message, offered to act as guide to the cripple's hovel, remarking, that Richard said Monsieur would give him a dime for so doing.
Soon after Tryon's retreat, Colonel Delancey, who commanded the British refugees, in order to secure themselves against surprise, erected a block-house on a rising ground below Delancey's bridge. This Colonel Burr resolved to destroy. I was in that expedition, and recollect the circumstances.
And then, one day, a proof copy of Delancey's book arrived. I looked at the paper cover. It was bright orange with "Transition" slanting upwards in immense black letters. "Very arresting," I could hear the publisher saying. Gingerly I unwrapped it. Underneath, it was sober black linen, with bright blue lettering still on the cross. I sat with it in my hands, feeling limp and will-less.
And then, one day, when Delancey's book had become to me a form of eternity, he arrived, breathless with excitement. "To all intents and purposes, it's finished," he gasped. "Thank God," I murmured faintly. "It will be an awful loss to me," he stated mournfully. "It isn't dead yet," I said with feeble jocularity. "It is sad to see your children leave you.
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