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We might as well have stopped then as now." "I hoped they would have got better when I put on these big boots instead of those I started with. But I did not think they were as bad as they are. I am afraid this is going to be a troublesome business, Godfrey." "Well, it can't be helped," Godfrey said cheerfully. "At any rate, don't worry on my account."
He found it hard, too, to accustom himself to the salt meat and biscuits which were sailors' fare, and to the dress and boots in which he must now appear. Soon every other thought was lost in his longing desire to see once more his parents and his home, for the shores of England were in sight.
This message is for men who have failed, or who have seemed to fail. There is no failure to an earnest man. A man cannot fail without his own consent. Every seeming failure is the seed of a coming success to earnest men. If any of us have seemed to fail, our boots have lead in them, and our hearts are heavy too, for lack of success this message is for us, "Launch out, and let down."
The archdeacon promptly returned to his original severity. "I will send you some new boots, but no money." "Only a poor little parisis, brother," continued the suppliant Jehan. "I will learn Gratian by heart, I will believe firmly in God, I will be a regular Pythagoras of science and virtue. But one little parisis, in mercy!
"I went to the Spotswood Hotel, mother, and I listened there to some tiresome talk about whipping the Yankees out of their boots in the next five minutes." "Aren't you going to do it?" Prescott laughed. "Mother," he said, "I wouldn't have your divided heart for anything. It must cause you a terrible lot of worry." "I do very well," she said, with her quiet smile, "and I cherish no illusions."
"Won't he need to try them on?" asked her sister. "No," said Priscilla. "They don't need to fit as exactly as boots." So the two sisters made their way to the village store, and asked to look at their stock of skates. "Are you going to skate, Miss Priscilla?" asked the shopkeeper, jocosely. "No; they are for Sophia," answered Priscilla, who could joke occasionally.
She could hardly get ready quick enough to satisfy her mistress, and had no time to kneel down and ask her heavenly Father's help for the duties of the day. Mrs. Williams had not thought of this need for herself, and still less for her little handmaid. She found there was plenty of work before her, independently of the boots that remained to be cleaned.
I went out and saw the unmistakable north-west clouds tearing away in front of the moon. I remembered Mrs. W-'s corns, and anathematised them in my heart. It may be imagined that I turned out of a comfortable bed, slipped on my boots, and then went out; no such thing: we were all lying in our clothes with one blanket between us and the bare floor our heads pillowed on our saddle-bags.
"He won't know where he is or what's happened, and probably his one idea will be to clear off as quickly as possible. I don't suppose he'll interfere with me at all." Then a new idea seemed to strike him, and he hurriedly removed his own coat and trousers and boots and exchanged them for those the burglar was wearing.
Even as the feet seemed about to burst the uppers of the boots, so the legs appeared to threaten the trousers with disruption. This man was so large that his figure completely filled up the doorway, and as he came in he stooped slightly to avoid damaging the glittering silk hat on his head.
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