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He has lived in India. He is reading American history and is much taken with the part the South has borne, so I learned from Mr. Perdue. He did not expect to find so little prejudice against foreigners. I could have told him that, in the South, an Englishman is scarcely looked upon as a foreigner that is, among the best people."
The bronze effigies of Henry III. and Eleanor, at Westminster, were the work of a goldsmith, Master William Torel, and are therefore finer in quality and are in some respects superior to the average casting in bronze. Torel worked at the palace, and the statues were cast in "cire perdue" process, being executed in the churchyard itself.
And in that event he commanded me to beg monsieur to walk upstairs, since he had a thing of importance to reveal to monsieur one best said behind closed doors!" I stared at her, my head humming like a top. Then, scrutinizingly, I looked about the court. The light in Miss Falconer's room had been extinguished. Did that have some significance? Was she lying perdue because these people had come?
"Maybe the parson kin throw some light on the subject," and Perdue turned towards the missionary with a malicious light in his eye. But Keith did not answer. He stood as if rooted to the floor. What did it all mean? Was he dreaming? He placed his hand to his forehead. No, no, it was no dream, but a terrible reality. A base, cowardly trick had been imposed upon him; he felt sure of that.
The Major went above, where he found Gid's men posted at the windows and the loop-holes. "How is everything?" he asked. "Lovely, John." "Don't call me John." "All is well, Major." "Good." And after a time he added: "The south road is so crooked that we don't command it very far, therefore look sharp. Back to your post!" he stormed as Perdue looked up from his loop-hole.
The ghost looked wistfully at him, and said, "God and Huckleberry Street want you, Charley." Charley was very loath to leave Perdue and his wife in this condition; he would have loved dearly to while away the dreary night for them, but he could not speak to them, and the eyes of the ghost bade him follow, and the two went swiftly back to Charley's rooms again.
The nurses were engaged in giving the little ones their supper, and putting them to bed. Salome took up her own little Marie Perdue, to undress her. As she divested the child of her little slip, something rolled out of its bosom and dropped upon the floor. One of the nurses picked it up and handed it to Salome. It was a small, hard substance, wrapped in tissue paper.
"There he goes, boys; see him!" Instantly a scramble ensued for a glance at the rapidly disappearing team, and then shouts of laughter shook the building. "A drink to the fool's success!" shouted Pritchen in high glee. "Say, Sam, you're a corker. You've missed your calling. You should be on the stage." "Did he bite quick?" chimed in Perdue. "Ha, ha, he bit like a d sucker.
Perdue?" she asked. "No, I have seen no one. Don't care much to see any one." "I didn't know but you might have met him. He was here this morning. Told me about Louise." "What does he know about her?" "He told me where she had gone to live in that old log house at the far end of the Anthony place." "Well, go on, I'm listening." "I didn't know that you cared to hear."
"Yes, sir!" proceeded Cap'n Abe who seldom lost the thread of one of his stories, "they was lashed to that stump of a mast and they lived on them potaters scraping 'em fine with their sheath-knives, and husbandin' 'em like they was jewels. One of 'em went mad." "One o' the potaters?" gasped Amiel Perdue. "Who went crazy your brother, Cap'n Abe?" Milt asked cheerfully.
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