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The Paul Jones claim rests upon not that his was the first vessel to hoist an American flag, but that the Alfred was the first commissioned United States war vessel to hoist the Grand Union Flag; but there is no record anywhere of the date, and as no naval commission was issued to Jones until December 7, 1775, the Manley claim made by Adams stands alone as regards the first American flag distinct from the English standard as changed by the Colonists; and it is also corroborated by a letter sent by General Howe on December 13, 1775, while he was besieged in Boston to Lord Davenport, complaining about Manley's capture of the Nancy with four thousand stands of arms.
"Anywhere else it would be delicious. And that's a spring, I suppose." Mercilessly she was stripping her mind of her illusions, and was clothing it in the harsher weave of reality. "All these hills are Manley's our ranch." She took another sip and set down the cup. "And so Cold Spring Ranch means all this." Down the coulee she heard Manley call.
"What I'd do, in your place, would be to go and put on something that ain't all smoked and scorched like a a ham, and then I'd sit up and drink some tea, and be nice about it. But, of course, if you want to cash in " Val gave a sob. "I can't help it I'd just as soon be dead as alive. It was bad enough before and now everything's burned up and all Manley's nice ha-ay "
Sam say to himself, 'Captain Manley's sure to say, 'You dine wid me; but as Captain Manley hadn't got no food himself, de invitation was berry kind, berry kind indeed; but massa wasn't likely to get fat on dat invitation." Sam's narrative was interrupted by a perfect shout of laughter upon the part of all at table, Captain Manley joining heartily in the laugh against himself.
I told her you were drunk." Manley's jaw dropped. "You you told her " "Ex-actly. I told her you were drunk." Kent nodded gravely, and his lips curled as he watched the other cringe. "She called me a liar," he added, with a certain reminiscent amusement. Manley brightened. "That's Val once she believes in a person she's loyal as " "She ain't now," Kent interposed dryly.
"I'm glad you're real modest about it," Arline retorted sharply. She was beginning to tell herself quite frequently that she "didn't have no time for Man Fleetwood, seeing he wouldn't brace up and quit drinkin." Val's lips curled as she looked at Manley's back.
He had no doubt that Mrs. Carruthers would keep it to herself. "Oh, one has to look out for every possible factor in a problem like this, you know," he said carelessly. The faint frown lingered on Mr. Manley's brow. Mr. Flexen supposed that it was the result of his refraining from gratifying his appetite for the dramatic. They were silent a while.
When I knew when there was no possible doubt why, what, in Heaven's name, could I do? It wasn't Manley's calf. I turned it loose to go back where it belonged." "With a VP on its ribs!" Kent was staring at her curiously. "Well, I don't care! Fifty VP's couldn't make the calf Manley's.
Manley was sitting at a table, at work on his play. He greeted Mr. Flexen with a rather absent-minded air. Mr. Flexen surveyed him with very intent, measuring eyes. At once he perceived that he had rather missed Mr. Manley's jaw in giving attention to his admirable forehead. It was, indeed, the jaw of a brute.
She was white around the mouth, and her whole, slim body was aquiver with outraged dignity. There was something queer in Manley's eyes as he looked at her, the length of the tiny room between them. "Oh, I beg your pardon. I remember, now, your Fern Hill ethics.
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