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"There is a little German air, which I think I may recollect," said he, drawing the harp towards him. "You, Ernest!" cried Edith and his mother in the same breath, "you play on the harp!" He smiled at their astonishment. "I took lessons while in Germany. A fellow-student taught me, a glorious musician, and a native of the land of music, Italy. There, the very atmosphere breathes of harmony."
And even Ernest so far conquered his social scruples that he took first-class tickets, for the first time in his life, to Ilfracombe, where they were to spend their brief and hasty fragment of a poor little honeymoon. It's so extremely hard to be a consistent socialist where women are concerned, especially on the very day of your own wedding! 'Let me see, Le Breton, Dr.
I cannot unless you set me the example." "Ernest? How did you discover my name?" "Oh!" said Hoffland, somewhat embarrassed, "does not every body know Ernest Mowbray?" "Very well as you are determined to give me compliments instead of reasons, I will not persist. Charles be it then, but you must call me Ernest." "Yes, Ernest." The low musical words went to his heart, and broke down every barrier.
I did not wish to enter the Prussian service at that time, because I could not bear the thought of our old, brave Hanoverian army having ceased to exist, and I was angry with you, my dear Ernest, because you, an old Hanoverian Garde du Corps officer, appeared to have forgotten the honour due to your narrower Fatherland.
Ernest Giles, after being driven back twice in his attempts to reach Western Australia, was now equipped with a troop of camels by Sir Thomas Elder, and made a third and successful effort. The party started from Beltana and travelled to Youldeh, where a depot was formed. From here they shifted north to a native well, called by the natives Oaldabinna.
Perhaps they might; but then you cannot pretend that you have risen from the dead." Though the last few words were spoken laughingly, there was a sub-sneer about them which made Ernest wince; but he was quite subdued, and so the conversation ended.
Touching Buttar's hand, on he went. Was the bank to stop him? Not it. Up it he went, across the gravel walk, through the bushes, and down a bank into a meadow below, where was another piece of water, across which he shot, and then over another walk into the long canal pond, down which he went, shouting and laughing louder than ever. "Our race is to the end of the ponds, Ernest, remember that.
He patted the long, lean rifle lying along his arm, and Ernest knew that in truth he could not leave the airplane in safer hands. He followed Bill and the farmer's family across the slope, Frank lounging along beside him. They did not talk. Frank staggered as he walked, he was so tired, and Ernest, who was accustomed to long flights, was silent too.
I hope Heaven was merciful to them all, for they are dead and gone now," Cousin Bessie added, wiping fresh tears of bitter sadness from her eyes, "but it was a cruel wrong they did her a cruel, cruel wrong," she repeated, swaying herself to and fro, and looking vacantly into the fire. "And Ernest Dalton is my guardian, my god-father?" I said in a husky whisper, leaning towards her.
"It is an old perambulation of Dorsetshire, which I have long desired to possess." "People like your writings in the Bridport Gazette," declared Daniel. "Can you give me a few minutes, Uncle Ernest? I won't keep you." "My time is always at the service of Henry Ironsyde's boys," answered the other, "and nothing that I can do for you, or Raymond, is a trouble." "Thank you. I'm grateful.
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