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And so it was; groups were clustering about the trees of the patio, on each of which was hung a poster with a picture and a number in the middle. "There go the marchionesses," added he of the coachman's hat, indicating several women garbed in black who had just appeared in the courtyard. The white faces stood out amidst the mourning clothes. "They're all marchionesses," said one.

A picture which belonged to his father instantly came back to him. He recollected it so well. It represented a woman watching a young man in a courtyard who is just mounting his horse. We are every now and then reminded of pictures by a group, an attitude, or the arrangement of a landscape which, thereby, acquires a new charm. Suddenly the shop bell rang again, and Mrs.

A moment later the car swept out of the avenue, under an old gateway and into a fair courtyard, which I seemed to have seen before in the pages of Country Life. The house was beautiful. There it lay, in the hot sunshine, all grey and warm and peaceful a perfect specimen of the Tudor period, and about its walls a tattered robe of wisteria. It seemed to be smiling in its sleep.

They say that once the path was always under water, but that the land grows slowly, and that at some time the island will be joined to the low hills that are nearest to it on the northwest. We went back almost as these folk came into the castle garth by the western gate, and met them in the courtyard.

Ivan Ivanovitch is of a rather timid character: Ivan Nikiforovitch, on the contrary, has, as the saying is, such full folds in his trousers that if you were to inflate them you might put the courtyard, with its storehouses and buildings, inside them.

If they were indeed prisoners in the wicker castle it was evident they must find a way to escape, but their first duty was to attend to the errand on which they had come and seek the Royal Ozma, whom they believed to be a prisoner of the magician, and rescue her. They found they had entered a square courtyard, from which an entrance led into the main building of the castle.

The wagons full of refugees had disappeared, and we were alone. "En route!" I called, climbing into the charette, a big lump rising in my throat. "En route!" called George. Once again I counted our party to be sure all were there, and then slowly the heavy-laden hay-cart pulled out of the courtyard onto the high road.

All the carriages were brought into the courtyard of the inn, and the gate was closed; the landlady informed Napoleon that it would not be prudent for him to venture on passing through Aix, where a population of more than 20,000 were waiting to stone him. Meanwhile dinner was served, and Napoleon sat down to table.

You lay too much stress upon the matter," and the young man returned his embrace. "Farewell." "Fare you well." Lord Stafford proceeded to the courtyard followed by Francis. When the girl would have ridden behind him, he motioned her silently to come beside him. Wonderingly she obeyed, for not thus were pages wont to travel with their lords.

Come, come, France is waiting for us!" "Or the grave!" muttered Bonnier, who accompanied the others to the courtyard where the carriages were standing. The ambassadors with their wives and attendants had finally taken seats in the carriages.