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I don't think the padrone will carry us both off, and he would have to take me if he took you." "Good-by, Philip," said Mrs. Hoffman, offering her hand. "I hope you will prosper." "So do I, Phil," said Jimmy. Phil thus took with him the farewells and good wishes of two friends who had been drawn to him by his attractive face and good qualities.
Instead of this a vast wall of mountains, lifted still higher than his peak, rose beyond a tremendous cañon which lay like a trough between the two parallel ranks of peaks. Hoffman showed us on his sketch-book the profile of this new range, and I instantly recognized the peaks which I had seen from Mariposa, whose great white pile had led me to believe them the highest points of California.
"Are you going out, Paul?" asked Mrs. Hoffman, noticing that he took his hat. "Yes, I must go and see George Barry, and carry the money I have received for sales." "Where does he live?" "In Bleecker street. I shan't be gone long." Paul reached the number which had been given him. It was a large, four-story house, with the appearance of a barracks. "Mr.
Grady was right in saying that "gay Paree" had nothing like it; nor has any other city that I know. It is, indeed, unique and thoroughly American; and I walked along it that night in the most leisurely fashion, savouring it to the full; pausing, now and then, for a glance at a shop-window, and stopping at the Hoffman House now denuded, alas! of its Bouguereau to replenish my supply of cigarettes.
"Where is the brave Hoffman?" asked Wilhelm, the blond student, who, being in the Werther period of youth, was already madly in love with Helen, and sat at her feet catching cold in the most romantic manner. "Behold me! The little ones cry for hunger, so I ransack the ruins and bring away my spoils. Eat, Kinder, eat and be patient."
Underhill wondered why he did not go up-stairs and have a good time with the girls. They could hear the merry laughter. "Mr. Underhill " he began presently. "Eh what?" said that gentleman, rather amazed at the pause. Doctor Hoffman cleared his throat. There was nothing at all in it, the trouble was a sort of bounding pulsation that interfered with his breath, and flushed his face. "Mr.
Tycho exhibited the same good feeling; and the kindness of Hoffman, President of the States of Styria, completed the reconciliation of the two astronomers. On his return to Prague in 1601, he was presented by Tycho to the Emperor, who conferred upon him the title of Imperial Mathematician, on the condition that he would assist Tycho in his calculations.
At a later period he once more regained his courage, and certainly it must be said to his honor, that, though vanquished, he did not shun the knightly combat. With great bluntness, and not to a limited circle of associates like Hoffman, the monks poured out their wrath from the convent-pulpits.
We took the one at midday from Paris, and arrived slowly but surely at the dirty, smoky station, where we found Mr. Hoffman waiting for us with a landau, in which we drove to his house. We had an excellent luncheon, to which we all did justice; after which Mr. Hoffman proposed our going to the Assemblee, which has its sittings in the Palace, and we readily consented.
"How 's that? I think I see," he added, after a moment's thought. "Pity you spoke to him; may have created an unfavorable impression; and everything depends upon your meeting without any distrust." He rose and paced the floor. "Well, we must move slowly, that is all. Give him a chance to see you in other and better lights. Drop into the Hoffman House reading-room.
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