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"I brought Dodd and Mapleson out here, and after they had looked at it, they said they were willing to advance everything for the opening. Then we commenced work " "You commenced work?" cried George, attempting to raise himself in the bed, and falling back from sheer exhaustion. "Yes, George," said Ralph, as he motioned Bob to remain quiet.
Henry A. Beers the fine quality of his literary style in prose and verse force and grace finished art his humour C. M. Lewis his war poem E. B. Reed Lyra Yalensis F. E. Pierce his farm lyrics Brian Hooker his strong sonnets his Turns R. C. Rogers The Rosary Rupert Hughes novelist, playwright, musician, poet Robert Hunger his singing R. B. Glaenzer his fancies Benjamin R. C. Low his growth William R. Benét his vitality and optimism Arthur Colton his Chaucer poem Allan Updegraff The Time and the Place Lee Wilson Dodd his development a list of other Yale Poets Stephen V. Benét.
"Hear to that!" shouted David Dodd. I shall take them into the kitchen, and put some cold beef into their little holds this minute, poor little lambs." "Oh yes, do; and I will run and tell the good news." She ran across the lawn, and came into the hall red with innocent happiness and agitation. "They are found, aunt, they are found; don't cry. Mr.
I only got here last night myself." "I was in the meeting-house," said Cynthia. "The meeting-house!" he echoed. "You don't mean to tell me that you listened to that silly speech of Sutton's?" This remark, delivered in all earnestness, was the signal for uproarious laughter from Mr. Dodd and others sitting near by, attending earnestly to the conversation. Cynthia bit her lip.
It was passed round from one to another till it came to me, and I read: "Harry D. Bellairs, Attorney-at-Law; defended Clara Varden; twice nearly disbarred." "Well, that gets me!" observed Mr. Longhurst. "Who can have put up a shyster like that? Nobody with money, that's a sure thing. Suppose you tried a big bluff? I think I would, Pink. Well, ta-ta! Your partner, Mr. Dodd?
"How do you do, Judge?" she said, for she recognized Mr. Graves as one of her few friends in Brampton. "I have sent to Boston for the new reader, but it has not come." The judge took her hand and pressed it and led her into the little sitting room. His face was very stern, but his eyes, which had flung fire at Mr. Dodd, looked at her with a vast compassion. Her heart misgave her.
"I've never been so insulted in my life!" she snorted, as we walked back to the farm, after a confused scene, in which Mr. Dodd and Sir Samuel and Augustus, Miss Springle, and Mrs. Dodd herself had all talked at once. "Never so insulted in my life! Sent away as if I wasn't wanted. If I hadn't known Gussie Gurrage since he was a baby I'd have boxed his ears, that I would!"
Let us all agree to abide by dear Uncle Ebeneezer's last bequests." "There won't be no desire not to abide by 'em," snorted Mrs. Smithers, "wot with cats as can't stay buried and sheeted spectres of the dead a-walkin' through the house by night!" By this time, Mrs. Dodd had the box open, and a cry of astonishment broke from her lips.
But without going so far, Mr. Dodd, and without in any way inconveniencing myself, I could make things very uncomfortable. For instance, Mr. Pinkerton's liquidation. You and I know, sir and you better than I on what a large fund you draw. Is Mr. Pinkerton in the thing at all? It was you only who knew the address, and you were concealing it. Suppose I should communicate with Mr. Pinkerton "
Dodd had never seen her so weak, and, therefore, never thought her so amiable. Thus occupied they did not at first observe how these tidings were changing Julia. But presently looking up, they saw her standing at her full height on fire with wrath and insulted pride. "Ah, you have brought me comfort," she cried.
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