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It was while working at the Irvine Works that he first became acquainted with his future wife, Marion Smith, the daughter of a Renfrewshire bleacher, a woman remarkable through life for her clever, managing, and industrious habits. She had the charge of Mrs. Cunningham's children for some time after the marriage of that lady to Mr.

It seemed like an hour before the lookout challenged from the crag that overhung the gate before the would-be English words rang out; and all Asia and its jackals seemed to wait in silence for the answer. "Howt-uh! Hukkums-thar!" "Ma hommed Gunga hai!" "Hurrah!" The cheer broke bonds from the depth of Cunningham's being, and Mahommed Gunga heard it on the plain below.

The performance was a pamphlet in support of Lord Oldborough's administration, published in Cunningham's name, but the greater part of it was written by his good genius in the garret. "On this," said Lord Oldborough, putting his hand upon it as it lay on the table, "on this found your just title, sir, to my esteem and confidence."

Cunningham and Cunningham's companions could scarcely venture to oppose their opinion to that of a person whose local knowledge was necessarily far superior to theirs, and whom they were by their instructions directed to obey. One brave soldier murmured. "Understand this," he said, "to give up Londonderry is to give up Ireland."

Cleigh, senior, gazed stonily forward, but Dennison answered the smile by soberly shaking his head. Dennison could not hear Cunningham's laugh, but he saw the expression of it. Cunningham put his hand on the rail in preparation for the first step, when Jane appeared with bandages, castile soap, the last of her stearate of zinc, absorbent cotton and a basin of water.

And Cunningham and his host, as you term them, may be at our face, but never shall they be at our heels, unless it be marching or fighting against a common enemy. "We began, therefore, to drive out the cattle; but scarce had we driven them from the enclosure, and turned their heads towards the Tweed, when we heard the baying of Cunningham's blood-hounds, and the shouts of his people.

With the exception of Philip Cotter, Dick Chetwynd, and two or three other of my friends, you really know very few people. You have now gone out of mourning, and I think that Mrs. Cunningham's proposal that you should go down to Bath is a very good one. I shall not be sorry for a change myself, for I have been engrossed in my work for a long time now.

His nose was not like the Iron Duke's, for young Cunningham's had rather more tolerance in its outline and less of Roman overbearing; but the eyes, and the mouth, and the angle of the jaw were so like Wellesley's as to force a smile. "A woman isn't likely to be much use in a case like this but, one never knows. My country comes first." "Thanks," he answered quietly.

The fat man had practically said that Shibo had seen him come out of Cunningham's rooms, or at least that he was a witness he had been in the apartment. Yet he had withheld the fact when he had been questioned by the police. Had Hull bribed him to keep quiet? The cattleman found Shibo watering the lawn of the parking in front of the Paradox.

"I forbid you emphatically. I am responsible for you." "I am no longer your prisoner, Mr. Cleigh; I am Mr. Cunningham's." "You went up there alone?" demanded Dennison. "Why not? I'm not afraid. He will not break his word to me." "Damn him!" roared Dennison. "Where are you going?" she cried, seizing him by the sleeve. "To have it out with him! I can't stand this any longer!"