Charlemont; Or, the Pride of the Village. a Tale of Kentucky by William Gilmore Simms
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"Perhaps so, but I couldn't understand all, for I came in while
they were at it, and left home before they were done. I'm sure if he stays there I shall not. I shall leave home, for I really dislike to meet him." "You shall stay with me, Bill, and we'll have Sall at all hours," was the hearty speech of the cousin, as he threw his arms around the neck of his morose companion, and dragged him gently toward the adjoining apartment, which formed his chamber. "To-morrow," he continued, "as you say, we'll see this chap, and if he's anything like Joe Richards--" The doubled fist of the speaker, and his threatening visage, completed the sentence with which this present conference and chapter may very well conclude. CHAPTER VI. THE TOAD ON THE ALTAR. The next day was the sabbath. John Cross had timed his arrival at the village with a due reference to his duties, and after a minute calculation of days and distances, so that his spiritual manna might |
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