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Danvers was a man of considerable learning, strong sense, and remarkable simplicity of character. His thoughtful blue eye, and well-marked countenance, were full of gentleness and benevolence, and elevated by a certain natural dignity, of which purity and goodness, without one debasing shade of self-esteem and arrogance, were the animating spirit. Mrs.
They are the painted flowers of our metropolitan thoroughfares, and we gather them in rows. 'They have their feelings, ma'am. 'Brandied feelings are not pathetic to me. 'I like to think kindly of them, Danvers remarked, in reproof of her inhumanity; adding: 'They may overturn us! at which Diana laughed. Her eyes were drawn to a brawl of women and men in the street.
OAK KNOLL, DANVERS, MASS., first mo., 9, 1888. THERE is a large class of men, not in Europe alone, but in this country also, whose constitutional conservatism inclines them to regard any organic change in the government of a state or the social condition of its people with suspicion and distrust.
Without being exactly pretty, Maud Danvers was an exceedingly nice-looking girl, and her fresh, clear skin no less than her brisk step and the way she held herself, showed that she was an outdoor girl.
Doctor Danvers looked inquiringly at him; but neither spoke for a time. "You have not seen the catastrophe of the tragedy yet," said Marston, with a stern, stony look, made more horrible by a forced smile and something like a shudder. "I wish I could tell you you, Doctor Danvers for you are honorable and gentle-hearted. I wish I durst tell you what I fear; the only, only thing I really do fear.
Danvers broke into a soft, chuckling laugh which was as pleasant and amiable as her voice, and Martin having now turned on the light Margaret saw that her hostess's face and appearance matched her voice and laugh.
If I'D wore them kind of duds they'd have had me down to Danvers, clanking chains and picking straws, but on this young chap they looked fine. "Good evening," says the seven-footer, looking down and speaking to me cheerful. "Is this the Old Ladies' Home the Old Home House, I should say?" "Yes, sir," says I, looking up reverent at that hat. "Right," he says.
At this hour the squire was usually asleep in the south parlor; on this night he was out-of-doors. His circular cape, it is true, was over his shoulders, and Fluff had tucked a white shawl round his knees, but still he was sitting out-of-doors, cheering, laughing, and applauding while Arnold and Miss Danvers sung to him. Fluff had never looked more lovely.
"Yes; everyone on deck, except two men for the engine room." At this moment Lieutenant Danvers stepped on deck, looking as though he had slept well. The naval officer carried a glass very much like the submarine skipper's. "It's almost mean of me to bring a glass on deck with me," laughed Danvers. "Under the rules I'm forbidden to give you any information I may find for myself."
Now he's just the sort of man whom I should have expected would have been here at least an hour before it was necessary." "It is just his sort that fail on these occasions," put in Mrs. Ganthorn pessimistically. "He's just too full of business for my fancy. What is the time now, Mr. Danvers?" "On the stroke of the half-hour," replied the parson, with a gloomy look.
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