came every moment more mark

very day notes to a heavy amount became due. Of course the mer

y, avoiding the gaze of the stranger, an

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t know, I was foolish

in a petulant tone. "I don't care to hear

as soon as you care to. The same result followed, which always does

uneasily, bu

nd, and carried him safely through his troubles; but he was overwhelmed by the blow, and sank u

r?" asked Peter, showing a litt

eter, who seemed confused. "His daughter[37] was beautiful and had already won the heart

rry this yo

Codman?" asked Peter's vi

d," stammered the m

en. I have ment

t have misund

Well, this young Codman,-for singularly enough you hit upon the right name, not k

ed the old man.

, feeling that he was betraying hi

Eleanor. I acknowledge that I was wrong; but it seems to me that, for one who is entirely a stran

wriggled about uneasily, as if the strang

gift of second sight, and others can see through

t necessary to make some demonstration. "It's getting late, and I want

you wouldn't let me in if I should call to-morrow. If you are sleepy I have no objection to your going

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a groan, and muttered something about "its b

, "I have not yet told you the

said n

name was Peter, the same as yo

od many Peters in the wor

in his possession. He was fond of money, and many thought this explained the defalcation. However, there were not wanting others who assigned a

d uneasily i

s perfectly preposterous for him to th

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snarle

beautiful as she was young, and had no lack of admirers ready to devote themselves to her. As for Peter Thornton, ha!

muttered Peter,

had a long, hooked nose like a bird's beak, an enormous mouth, little sharp gray eyes like a ferret's, and h

sitting with his elbows on his knees

r's pride, he might have continued faithful to his trust. One day, however, Peter took an opportunity, when he had been calling at the house of his employer on business connected with the counting-room, to declare his love to the young lady, whom he found alone in the drawing-room. You can imagine how much she was amused-why don't you laugh, Peter? You look as glum as if it were you that had met with this disappoint

rough? Your story is nothing to me-nothing, I say. I w

I say, Peter, what a jolly good fellow you are,-quite a lively companion,-only it strikes me you might be a li

en the subject again. Of course she was extremely annoyed at his persistence, and[43] seeing no other way of escaping the persecution, she felt it necessary to acquaint her father with what had transpired. The merchant was naturally indignant at his book-keeper's presumption, and calling him aside one morning threatened to discharge him from his employment u

ion upon the pale and wrink

. So far as the merchant was concerned his revenge was completely successful, for he was the means of his ruin and premature death. An

his feet in consternation, and glarin