Hot corn: Life Scenes in New York IllustratedRobinson, Solon
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Hot corn: Life Scenes in New York Illustrated
Robinson, Solon
New York (N.Y.) -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Temperance -- Fiction
"Do you think he could have put anything in the glass out of that piece
of paper, just in the moment he had it? I thought there was a bitter
taste. I wish I had thought so at first. But I drank it, and then
started to go home. When I got in the street, I did not know which way I
went. I should have gone up Broadway, but we did not. Everything seemed
so strange. I felt as though I could fly almost. I never felt so before.
I clung to his arm, I could not walk without it. I felt as though I
could almost hug him. And then he put his arm around my waist; I am sure
I would not have let him do that if I had known what I was about; and so
we went on, I do not know how far, or which way, but it could not have
been a great way, and then he went up to a great fine house, with a
silver plate on the door, with a name on it in great letters, it was
Phillips or Brown, or something, only one name--just as though they were
ashamed of the other, or else did not want to be known, or something. I
said, don't go in there, what will the folks think? and he said, 'Oh,
this is a friend of mine lives here, a very nice lady, and we will stop
and rest a little while, and then I will go home with you. I guess the
Hiedsick has got in your head a little, and we will go in here and wait
awhile, till you feel better.' Well, I did feel as though I could not go
home, until I got over my dizziness, and when he said, he knew the
folks, and that they were nice people, I thought I would go in a few
minutes. So he rung the bell, and then a woman came and opened a little
blind in the door, so that she could see who was there, and then he
said, 'Open the door, Leta,' and then she said, 'Oh, is that you?' and
then I knew he was acquainted there, and in we went, and he whispered
something to her, and then she called the servant girl and told her to
show the gentleman up to No. 6. There it was, No. 6 again. And there it
was again, for she said, 'there is a gentleman and lady in No. 6 now; I
will give them another, all right.' I am sure, I never shall hear that
word again without believing it means all wrong. But I scarcely knew
right from wrong; I just held to his arm, and went wherever he led me.
It was a very nice room that she showed us in. There were beautiful
pictures on the walls; I could not see very well what they were, but I
thought they looked like some I had seen once before, such as I am sure
never should be hung up anywhere. There was a great mirror, and
marble-top tables, and washstand, a very rich carpet, and such a
splendid bed, and chairs and rocking chairs, one of which I sat down in,
for I felt so tired and sort of sleepy; and then he told the servant to
bring in some water, and when it came, he poured out a tumbler full, but
I do believe it was half wine, and I drank it down, and then I felt, oh,
I never can tell how I felt, or what happened after that; but I know
more happened, and that more was--was--what I never can tell."
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