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Both were capable of hallucinations. Mr. Lyon, in St. Leonard's College, St. Andrews, a wraith whose owner was in perfect health. He says that he, Lord Brougham, Mr. Cox, and Home sat down 'at a moderately sized table, the structure of which we were invited to examine.
Sackett went straight up to Andrews and stood before him, and for one brief moment the tableau presented was dramatic enough to be impressed forcibly upon my memory. It was sturdy, honest manhood against lawlessness and mutiny. A brave, kind-hearted, religious man, alone, against the worst human devil I have ever seen or heard of.
Andrews, the best helmsman on board the yacht, held the tiller rope, and Perry was standing beside him. From time to time Frank went up to the crosstrees. "We are drawing in upon her fast," he said, "but she is travelling well, too; much better than I should have thought she would have done with that rig. I think she has got a better wind than we have.
Andrews, on this, found cause for being momentarily puzzled by the change of expression in her mistress' face. Was it an odd little gleam of angry spite she saw? "And never has since, has he?" Mrs. Gareth-Lawless said with a half laugh. "Not once, ma'am," answered Andrews. "And Anne thinks it queer the child never seemed to look for him. As if she'd lost interest.
Andrews, some of the professors, chafed by the reforms which he introduced, became insubordinate, but soon succumbed to his authority; and more than once in Glasgow he quelled riots among the students at the risk of his life.
Just as the two elder ladies had finished their survey of the family prospects, and Lady Otway was nervously anticipating some general statement as to life and death from her sister-in-law, Cassandra burst into the room with the news that the carriage was at the door. "Why didn't Andrews tell me himself?" said Lady Otway, peevishly, blaming her servants for not living up to her ideals. When Mrs.
'And so she read the seventeenth of John's Gospel. Now the 'Evangel of John' was what Knox tells us he taught from day to day in the chapel, within the Castle of St Andrews, at a certain hour; and when on entering the city he took up this book of the New Testament, he took it up at the point 'where he left at his departure from Longniddry where before his residence was, and whither Wishart had sent him back to his pupils a year before.
They found Diana Barry, Jane Andrews, and Anne Shirley, despair personified, at the yard gate of Green Gables, under the big leafless willows. "It isn't true surely, Anne?" exclaimed Gilbert. "It is true," answered Anne, looking like the muse of tragedy. "Mrs. Lynde called on her way from Carmody to tell me. Oh, it is simply dreadful! What is the use of trying to improve anything?"
"Well," cried Andrews, picking up the candle from its tin socket and flashing it in the radiant face of the boy. "Ah! No need to ask you! I see by your dancing eyes that you have wheedled old Mitchell into allowing you to do a foolish thing." The smile on the lad's face vanished. "Don't you want me to go along with you?" he asked, in an injured tone.
Now you've got to play to us; we are bored to death with everything we know." "All right.... But I have a great deal to talk to you about later," said Andrews in a low voice. Genevieve nodded understandingly. "Why don't you play us La Reine de Saba, Jean?" "Oh, do play that," twittered the cousins. "If you don't mind, I'd rather play some Bach."
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