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They were fellow-creatures with whom one did not naturally enter into active sympathy, and the principal point of interest about the fiacre and its arrangements was whether the horse was fondest of trotting or of walking. In one of our drives we made it a point to call upon our Minister, Mr. McLane, but he was out of town.
"Here is money, grandma!" said Hulda, producing some of the shillings of 1815. At the first glance of these Patty Cannon turned pale, but, in an instant, the hot blood rushed to her face again, and she swore a dreadful oath and chased Hulda, with uplifted hands, into the chamber of Allan McLane. "Ah, Hulda, inflaming your poor grandmother again!" said that carefully clad and game-fed gentleman.
To do so was to approve the despicable tone adopted in the instructions to McLane. As a patriotic American, above all as a man of intense national feelings, Mr. Webster could not have done otherwise than resist with all the force of his eloquence the confirmation of a man who had made such an undignified and unworthy exhibition of partisanship.
"You were proud of me. I could see it. And even at the table, although I talked nearly all the time to Mr. McLane, I never mentioned a book." She danced over and threw her arms about his neck. "Say you were proud of me. I'd love to hear it." He gave her a bear-like hug. "Of course. You are the prettiest and the most animated woman in San Francisco, and that's saying a good deal.
Yes, Van Dorn has been whipped by niggers, too. Will you pay my price or not?" "Tut, tut, good woman! What can I want with a white girl. It wouldn't look conservative at all in Baltimore." Patty Cannon stamped her foot. "Don't rouse me with any of your hypocritical cant, Cunnil McLane! What have you been teachin' that child to read an' write fur out of your Bible, too?
There never was anything monotonous about Madeleine." "I'm going to try every one tomorrow. Has she any children?" "One. She left him at their place in Virginia. I saw his picture. A beauty, of course." Mrs. Ballinger raised her pencilled eyebrows and glanced at Maria. Mrs. Abbott gave a deep rumbling groan. "Poor Howard!" "He dreed his weird," said Mrs. McLane indifferently. "He couldn't help it.
McLane had announced that she should not make up her mind until the couple arrived and she sat in judgment upon the woman personally. She would call the day after they docked in San Francisco. "But if not," she said grimly "well, not even for Howard Talbot's sake will I receive a woman who is not a lady, or who has been divorced. In this wild city we are a class apart, above.
Kent wrinkled his nose and sniffed several times. "Smells like fruit." Ferguson nodded. "Good guess; I noticed the odor and went at once to Dr. McLane. He told me the handkerchief was saturated with amyl nitrite." "Amyl nitrite," repeated Kent reflectively. "It is given for angina pectoris." "Yes.
"Now, my great comfort, my only McLane! do not idealize this forester as of any beginning whatsoever. It is all wrong. Thousands of convicts were exported to Chesapeake Bay from the slums of London, Bristol, Glasgow, and other places, and propagated here like the pokeweed.
Maria is too much like you " "Sally Ballinger!" "I only meant that you are an angel, mamma dear. And of course you are so enchanting and beautiful papa has always toed the mark. But Maria is good without being any too fascinating " "Sally is right," interrupted Mrs. McLane. "I am not sure that her plan will succeed. But no one has thought of a better.
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