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Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886 [1854], Leather stocking and silk, or, Hunter John Myers and his times: a story of the valley of Virginia. (Harper and Brothers, New York) [word count] [eaf515T]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
Max returned in the afternoon to the Lock, just as “When did you return, my boy,” he said, “on my “I am, sir,” said Max, with a smile. “You found us absent; how have you passed the “Yes, sir.” The Doctor's piercing eye detected some embarrassment “To the Parsonage?” he asked. “Yes, sir,” Max said. “And whom did you see?” “Every body, sir, but Caroline. Where is she to-day?” “Riding out with Mr. Emberton,” said Mrs. Courtlandt, In fact a sleigh at that moment made its appearance “You have heard the news, I suppose, Max,” said Mrs. “The news, aunt?” “About Caroline and Robert Emberton. Since you
“And—” began Max laughing. “They are engaged.” “I knew it,” said Max. “Who told you?” “Alice.” “Ah,” said Doctor Courtlandt, with a sudden suspicion, “Yes, sir,” Max said with a blush, avoiding the laughing “Alice is making a very nice waistcoat for you, Max,” Max was glad of this diversion. “How did she get my measure, aunt?” he asked. “I gave her one of yours to cut it by; on the very Max suddenly recollected that he had seen Alice on “It was very kind in her,” he said, smiling. The sleigh drove up to the door, and Mr. Emberton “Oh, there's my elegant cousin, as I live!” cried the “How d'ye do, cousin,” said Max, going up and taking “Come, don't be so formal,” said Doctor Courtlandt, “He shan't kiss me.” “By your leave, mistress,” said the young man, pressing “And bad manners.” Mr. Emberton approached Max and courteously offered
“I hope you will consider my note to you unwritten,” “What note?” said Max. “It seems to me that this “What words?” said Mr. Emberton. Doctor Courtlandt began to laugh; and taking the “I am sure we are good friends now, however,” said “With all my heart.” And so these belligerent gentlemen sealed their newly They returned to the spot where Mrs. Courtlandt and “Have you seen your nice waistcoat, cousin Max?” “Yes, my charming cousin.” “`Charming,' indeed! you are very witty all at once.” “Your presence inspired me.” “Yes; as it did just now to be very presuming, sir.” “What do you mean?” “In kissing me!” “Kissing goes by favor,” said Max, laughing.” “If favor went by kissing you would never reach me.” “Why?” “You are not a favorite with me,” said Caroline,
“Excellent; but you might tolerate my presence on “What, pray?” “My awkwardness is such an excellent foil to your “I have never heard a gentleman praise another, especially “Ma foi!” said Max, “there is no irony about it. “Yes—you think so doubtless with your fine curls, “Exactly,” said Max, “old people always spy out “You won't dare to call me old, sir.” “No, no—did I not just now say that you were an “Foil! a fencing term.” “Yes, of some significance.” “What, pray?” “It suggests riding caps.” “Oh, you have not forgotten my ill-luck—I have not “Forgotten it! no, you looked much too charming on “Oh, a fine compliment!” “I make you a present of it—free, gratis.” “I do not accept.” “It was in return, cousin Caroline.”
“In return for what?” “Your present to me.” “What present?” “The present of yourself, when you ran forward and This repartee of Mr. Max caused Doctor Courtlandt, “Uncle, you shall not take Max's part against me.” “Against you, my heart's delight!” oried Doctor Courtlandt, “I knew you would not; you are such a nice old beau.” “Thank you.” “Besides I have quite as good a joke on you,” said “Humph!” he said, suspiciously. “I have indeed.” “Bless my heart,” said Doctor Courtlandt, “this is a “Nice old fellow!” said Caroline, lacing her arm round Max took the hand, laughing. “Oh, uncle,” whispered Caroline, “somebody told me “Humph,” said Doctor Courtlandt, and he led the way
Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886 [1854], Leather stocking and silk, or, Hunter John Myers and his times: a story of the valley of Virginia. (Harper and Brothers, New York) [word count] [eaf515T]. |