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"I've never known one to let go, once he had man or beast by the throat! Silent and holdfast and deadly to anger that's the Rands. If Gideon wants tobacco and you want learning, there'll be a tussle!" "My father's a tyrant!" cried the boy passionately. "If he doesn't keep his hands off me, I'll I'll kill him!" Gaudylock took the cigarro from his lips.
And when I used to stay there as a child I saw him then, and and was sorry for him. Don't you remember? I told you at the time." "No, I don't remember," replied Uncle Edward grimly. "I have other things to think of than the Rands. There should have been no association though I am surprised at nothing which goes on beneath Jane Selden's roof. Jane Selden has a most erratic mind.
She had struck during the first mate's watch. He gave evidence that his superior, Mr. Rands, had said nothing about the course. For his own part he had supposed the ship to be a good fifteen miles from the coast. They had sighted no shore-lights to warn them: but the weather was hazy. Five minutes before the catastrophe Mr.
Rands had remarked that the wind was increasing, but had deferred shortening sail. The ship was an old one, but newly rigged throughout. Her compasses had been adjusted and the ship swung at Greenhithe, just before the voyage. Mr.
His only brother, a lonely, unloved, and avaricious merchant in a small way, had lately died, and had left him money. The hundred acres upon the Three-Notched Road that Gideon had tilled for another were in the market. The money would buy the land and the small, dilapidated house already occupied by the Rands. The purchase was in train, and in its own fashion Gideon's sluggish nature rejoiced.
And now you sit there as white as your gown!" Jacqueline smiled. "Perhaps I am of those who pity. I hear a horse upon the road! It may be Dr. Gilmer!" and up she started. "The horse has gone by," said Uncle Edward. "Gilmer cannot possibly be here for an hour. Sit down, child, and don't waste your pity. The Rands are used to hard knocks.
"You're too fond of that word," he exclaimed, with some sternness. "All the wolves that the Rands ever hunted have somehow got into their blood. Suppose you try a little unlearning? Great lawyers and great men and great conquerors and good hunters don't kill their fathers, Lewis, no, nor any other man, excepting always in fair fight." "I know I know!" said Lewis. "Of course he's my father.
An old, old friend of Lewis Rand's "There's a connection somewhere between the Gaudylocks and the Rands." Cary put out his hand and moved a piece with suddenness. "Granted the connection," he said aloud. His eye gleamed. "That night Rand agreed with Burr. Gaudylock would have been there to give information; probably, seeing that he went West immediately afterwards, to receive instructions.
In the morning, at six of the clock, the two Rands, the negro Joab, the horses, and the dogs took the homeward road to Albemarle.
Thus you will see that while the author of this story thought of Marygold as a little child who climbed up onto her father's knee, the artists in dealing with the subject have thought of her as almost a young woman. Which of these two ideas do you like better? By W. B. Rands
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