Richard Vandermarck by Miriam Coles Harris
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and go into the dining-room.
But I reflected how ungracious it would seem to refuse this, when he had just come home, and I followed him out into the path. There was no moon, but the stars were very bright, and the air was sweet with the flower-beds in the grass along the path we walked. The house looked gay and pleasant as we walked up and down before it, with its many lighted windows, and people with bright dresses moving about on the piazza. Richard lit his cigar, and said, after a silence of a few moments, with a sigh, "It is good to be at home again." "But you've had a pleasant journey?" "No; the most tiresome that I ever made, and this last detention wore my patience out. It seemed the longest fortnight. I could not bear to think of you all here, and I away in such a dismal hole." "I suppose Uncle Leonard had no pity on you, as long as there was a penny to be made by staying there." "No; I spent a great deal of money in telegraphing to him for orders to come home, but he would not give up." "And how is Uncle Leonard; did you go to Varick-street?" "No, indeed; I did not waste any time in town. I only reached there yesterday." |
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