The Man Without a Country and Other Tales by Edward Everett Hale
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"Yours, JEDEDIAH WENTWORTH."
"Send word by the bearer." "Tell Mr. Wentworth I will call at his house at eleven o'clock." The cat was certainly out; Mrs. Barry had told, or some one else had, who I did not know and hardly cared. The scene was to come now, and I was almost glad of it. Poor Julia! what a time she must have had with the old bear! * * * * * At eleven o'clock I was ushered into Mr. Wentworth's sitting-room. Julia was there, but before I had even spoken to her the old gentleman came bustling across the room, with his "Mr. Hackmatack, I suppose"; and then followed a formal introduction between me and her, which both of us bore with the most praiseworthy fortitude and composure, neither evincing, even by a glance, that we had ever seen or heard of each other before. Here was another weight off my mind and Julia's. I had wronged poor Mrs. Barry. The secret was not out--what could he want? It very soon appeared. After a minute's discussion of the weather, the snow, and the thermometer, the old gentleman drew up his chair to mine, with "I think, sir, you are connected with the Argus office?" "Yes, sir; I am its South American editor.' "Yes!" roared the old man, in a sudden rage. "Sir, I wish South America |
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