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Widow Dobson held her hand in hers for a minute, then the humble woman said, 'Yo'll noane be vexed wi' me, missus, if a cannot find i' my heart t' turn him out till he wants to go hissel'? For a wouldn't like to vex yo', for Christopher's sake; but a know what it is for t' feel for friendless folk, an' choose what may come on it, I cannot send him away. 'No! said Sylvia.
My copy of the Great King's Wisdom was of no particular bibliographical value, but it was one of those thick-set, old-calf duodecimos "black with tarnished gold" which Austin Dobson has sung, books that, one imagines, must have once made even the Latin Grammar attractive.
My Uncle Charles looked much disturbed. "I must go forth and see about this," answered he. "With your catarrh, Mr Desborough!" cried my Aunt Dorothea. For above a week my Uncle Charles has not ventured from the door, having a bad catarrh. "My catarrh must take care of itself," he made answer. "This is serious news. Dobson, have you heard aught about the Prince being in retreat?"
"Master Dobson," said I, "your Jack desires to wed our Kate." "So he tells me," said he dolefully, rubbing his thin finger under the edge of his bob-wig to scratch his perplexed head. "She is an excellent young woman, and a comely," said I, grinning at him. "Undoubtedly," he conceded. "But, as the head of the family, Master Dobson, I offer no objection to the proposal."
Plighting his troth, he had feared she would be an encumbrance, only to find she was a lever. But was he deeply in love with her? How was it that he could not at this moment recall her features, or the tone of her voice, while of deplorable Miss Dobson, every lineament, every accent, so vividly haunted him?
The front of the marquee opened to the south eastward, and by the unearthly light of the comet the mill chimneys of Bolton, dominated by the great stack of Dobson & Barlow's, could be seen pointing like black fingers up to the approaching terror. In the centre of the opening were two plain deal tables.
"Then you will be able to tell me if it is Mr. Dobbs or Dobson of Philadelphia, who is engaged to our Miss Bentley. I wrote it Dobbs, as seeming rather more distinguished. I agree with Mr. Spence that monosyllables are the most sympathetic." "I am very sorry to say his name is Dobson," I answered. Miss Kingsley sighed. "What a pity!
'Apollo made one April day A new thing in the rhyming way; Its turn was neat, its wit was clear, It wavered 'twixt a smile and tear. Then Momus gave a touch satiric, And it became a London Lyric. AUSTIN DOBSON. In another copy of verses Mr. Dobson adds: 'Or where discern a verse so neat, So well-bred and so witty So finished in its least conceit, So mixed of mirth and pity?
Sidonie told her of Georges, of their relations, attempting to palliate her offence by blaming the cruelty of her parents in marrying her by force to a man much older than herself. Madame Dobson at once showed a disposition to assist them; not that the little woman was venal, but she had a passion for passion, a taste for romantic intrigue.
Sidonie had disappeared after exchanging a few unmeaning words with the impassive Frantz. Madame Dobson continued her tremolos on the soft pedal, like those which accompany critical situations at the theatre. In very truth, the situation at that moment was decidedly strained. But Risler's good-humor banished all constraint.
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