The Sun Of Quebec - A Story of a Great Crisis by Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander) Altsheler
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"But size is not everything. That's where you northern people make your
mistake." "But you'll admit that Philadelphia's a fine city, won't you?" said Colden, "and you know it's the largest in the colonies." "But it's comparatively near to Virginia," said Cabell briskly, "and our influence works wonders." "We've our own conceit in Philadelphia," said Wilton, "but conceit and Virginia are just the same words, though they may have a different sound." "Come on to the George Inn," said Grosvenor, "and you can argue it out there. Old England likes to see this healthy rivalry among her children. She doesn't mind your being bumptious." "We're bumptious, because we're like our parent," said Cabell. "It's a matter of inheritance." "Let the George Inn settle it. Come on, lads." Grosvenor was feeling better and better. He was adaptable and this was a sprightly group, full of kindred spirits. The Virginians were as English as he was, and the others nearly as much so. He had acquitted himself well in the New World, in fields with which he was unfamiliar, and these lads were friends. Danger and hardships faded quite away into a forgotten past. He was strong and well once more. "You shall all be my guests at the George Inn!" he exclaimed. "We shall |
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