The Story of a New York House
The Story of a New York House
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d boy at school. He took a step or two and looked back. Young Jacob lingered on the step, as if he had a further communication to make. He paused.
"I thumped him," said young Jacob, and the narrow door swallowed him up.
Mr. Dolph continued on his walk up Broadway. As he passed the upper end of the Common he looked with interest at the piles of red sandstone among the piles of white marble, where they were building the new City Hall. The Council had ordered that the rear or northward end of the edifice should be constructed of red stone; because red stone was cheap, and none but a few suburbans would ever look down on it from above Chambers Street. Mr. Dolph shook his head. He thought he knew better. He had watched the growth of trade; he knew the room for further growth; he had noticed the long converging lines of river-front, with their unbounded accommodation for wharves and slips. He believed that the day would come--and his own boy might see it--when the business of the city would crowd the
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