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'And it may seem remarkable in one who is a mother also, resumed Mrs Blimber. 'And such a mother, observed Mr Dombey, bowing with some confused idea of being complimentary to Cornelia.

As she rose she heard a noise near the doorway by which she had entered. Turning quickly, expecting to see one of the company, she was horrified to see by the light which entered through a barred window, an aged colored man facing her. He did not approach, but bowing before her exclaimed in quavering tones: "Den I find yo', my Missie!

Queen-Regent or no Queen-Regent, I am mistress at Condillac; my word is the only law we know, and I intend that so it shall continue." Tressan looked at her in surprise. This unreasoning, feminine obstinacy so wrought upon him that he permitted himself a smile and a lapse into irony and banter. "Parfaitement," said he, spreading his hands, and bowing. "Why speak of trouble, then?"

While the landlord was speaking, the baronet, attracted by the noise of a carriage passing, turned to observe it, just at the moment when his daughter was bowing so significantly to the stranger in the window over them, as we have before stated. Here was a new light thrown upon the mystery or mysteries by which he felt himself surrounded on all hands.

A duck having led him a long chase when he was trying to capture it for food, he angrily kicked it, thus flattening its back, bowing its legs, despoiling it of half of its tail-feathers, and that is why, to this day, ducks are awkward.

I therefore requested those who had neither the courage nor the inclination to return to the front to fall out, and about thirty men fell back, bowing their heads in shame. They were jeered at and chaffed by their fellows, the majority of whom had elected to proceed.

I shrewdly suspect you would like to change yours before." "As you have yours, Mrs Ferguson," quietly answered Isabel, in support of her sister. "Very fair on both sides," said the colonel, bowing to the ladies, who sat together. "Pray, Miss Laura, don't talk of being a sheep, we are all ready to devour you as it is." "La! you don't say so?" replied the young lady, much pleased.

By and by, a spell after supper, come a nigger and knocked on the door and put his head in with his old straw hat in his hand bowing and scraping, and said his Marse Brace was out at the stile and wanted his brother, and was getting tired waiting supper for him, and would Marse Silas please tell him where he was? I never see Uncle Silas speak up so sharp and fractious before.

But it was too late, for the gentleman came back, and said, bowing: "What can I do for you, Madame?" She could scarcely speak, but at last she managed to say: "I have come for this." The manager looked at the object which she held out to him in mute astonishment.

But, screwing up his courage, he advanced; while seeing him coming all rags and tatters, the group of gentlemen stood in some wonder awaiting what so singular a phantom might want. "Mr. Millet," said Israel, bowing towards the bare-headed gentleman. "Ha, who are you, pray?" "A poor fellow, sir, in want of work."