Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the
masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless. His complexion was as blue as a sailor's jacket, and though Mr. "
"I wish I could, Joan," returned the carpenter, sadly. She loved to be there, taking part in it all, breathing it, being
it. Over the mantel, set
into an ornately carved panel with fluted columns at each end, was a portrait of a
man on horseback. McClintock laughed as he gave the letter to Ruth. Before retracing his steps, however, he allowed his gaze to range
over the vast and beautiful prospect spread out beneath him, which is now
hidden, from the traveller's view by the high walls of the General Cemetery, and
can, consequently, only be commanded from the interior of that attractive place
of burial,—and which, before it was intersected by canals and railroads, and
portioned out into hippodromes, was exquisite indeed. On the bench was set a quartern
measure of gin, a crust of bread, and a slice of cheese. “No! My father.
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