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"I hardly remember what answer I made, or how it came about; I don't think I spoke at all, but I know we managed to bid good night on friendly terms: and even after M. Paul had reached the door, he turned back just to explain that he would not be understood to speak in entire condemnation of the scarlet dress.... "'And the flowers under my bonnet, monsieur? I asked. 'They are very little ones.
It is hard to bid farewell and quit the spots with which, even in a summer's journey, we have formed agreeable associations: but harder far it is to bid adieu forever to the home of our ancestors and the haunts of our youth. This dreadful trial was passing in De Vlierbeck's heart.
Then the man with golden hair cried aloud in a voice that made the rafters ring: "Here are Eric Brighteyes and Skallagrim Lambstail, his thrall, come from over sea to grace the feast, indeed!" "I could have looked for no worse guests," said Björn, beneath his breath, and rose to bid men thrust them out.
It is not, however, every wanderer from England I blush while saying it who can make himself familiar with the home habits, the ways of thought and speech, of a distant people. Bid me discourse of lowly valley, lofty height, of barren waste, shady wood, or cooling stream where I have drunk and been refreshed; but all these places, pleasant or dreary, must be in the kingdom called the heart.
As the day wanes, they bid farewell to the nuns, who offer them gifts of purses and girdles embroidered in silk and gold, worked by their own hands. They return to the inn where they are to spend the night, and after supper wander forth to listen to the nightingales, then dance a carole, and so to bed.
"Guilbert," she said, "be good enough to call the landlord, and bid him provide me with an apartment for the time that we may be forced to spend here." But at this juncture the host himself came hurrying forward with many bows and endless rubbing of hands, which argued untold deference.
Then, when the hurricane of ruin and crime had passed over the city, when a new people were ripe for another government and another religion then would be the time to invest the banished gods of old Rome with their former rule; to bid the survivors of the stricken multitude remember the judgment that their apostacy to their ancient faith had demanded and incurred; to strike the very remembrance of the Cross out of the memory of man; and to reinstate Paganism on her throne of sacrifices, and under her roof of gold, more powerful from her past persecutions; more universal in her sudden restoration, than in all the glories of her ancient rule!
"It's the lamb I always said Miss Mary was to have, isn't it, Pidgeon?" "Yes, Squoire, it's the lamb you bid me set asoide for little Missy." "Then," said Mary, "why does it look like that?" "It's very ill," Mamma said gently. "Poor Uncle Edward thought you'd like to see it before it died. You are glad you've seen it, aren't you?" "No."
"Oh, 'correct. Well, mother, I guess it must be correct to use slang, 'cause Gladys Mahoney does, and she's a hummer on style." "And I've no doubt her mother reproves her for it, just as I do you. Now go to the schoolroom, it is nearly ten o'clock." "I won't go unless Patricia comes too. If she's going to New York with you, I'm going." "Ethelyn," said Mrs. St. Clair, sternly, "do as I bid you.
Faith, in the wider sense of the word, would have bid him to believe, without seeing, what we have lived to see under Leo XIII. This seems to be the intellectual aspect of his defection, though of course there were many accelerating causes at work.
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