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I'll tell you how you seem to us. You seem like a man with a gift, whose head has been turned by Mr. Foley and his fine friends. You're full of great phrases, but there's nothing practical about them or you. You're on your way to an easy place for yourself in the world, and a seat in Foley's Cabinet."
Foley's been getting at you about this cotton strike, and you mean to throw cold water upon it to-night, then I tell ye that you're out for trouble. These Lancashire lads don't stick at a bit. They'll pull you limb from limb if you give them any of Mr. Foley's soft sawder. We're out to fight in our own way, perhaps, but to fight." "It is true that I have spent the week-end with Mr.
They were always received with great enthusiasm, particularly by the old people, who seemed transported back, as by the touch of a magic wand, to the scenes of their youth. We finished the evening with a sketch, written by John McArdle, called "Phil Foley's Frolics" he was fond of alliteration.
Her conversation, as good as her painting, passed through many books lightly with touch-and-go ease. I mentioned a curious anecdote of Madame d'Arblay: that when she landed at Portsmouth, a few months ago, and saw on a plate at Admiral Foley's a head of Lord Nelson, and the word Trafalgar, she asked what Trafalgar meant! She actually, as Lady Spencer told me, who had the anecdote from Dr.
There was something spectral about her in her light muslin frock, as she vanished through the windows and reappeared almost immediately, threading her way amongst the flower beds. Suddenly the telephone bell at Mr. Foley's elbow rang. He raised the receiver. She came swiftly to his side. "Manchester?" she heard him say. . . . "Yes, this is Lyndwood Park. It is Mr. Foley speaking. Go on."
"We go to pay our respects to a man famous indeed, a man who will make history in your country." Mr. Foley's expression suddenly changed. He leaned a little across the table. "Are you speaking of Maxendorf?" Selingman nodded vigorously. "Since you have guessed it yes," he admitted. "We go to Maxendorf. I take Maraton there. It will be a great meeting. We three we represent much.
They played a garden hose on him and burned an effigy of himself, dressed in old woman's clothes. Mr. Foley's had the railway men to Downing Street twice, but they've never wavered. Ernshaw is splendid. There are seven of them, and Ernshaw's own words were that they've made up their minds that grass could grow in the tracks and hell fires scorch up the land before they'd go back to slavery.
That's the universal experience of married men, and ye may believe me, miss madam." Audrey said: "And now Miss Foley's gone north, you've decided to come and admire me in my home!" "So it is your home!" murmured the detective with an uncontrolled quickness which wakened Audrey's old suspicions afresh and which created a new suspicion, the suspicion that the fellow was simply playing with her.
"I rushed off to the mines, of course, as soon as I could get there, and I made piles of money, especially at first. And I was probably the most hot-headed, reckless, devil-may-care young rascal on the whole Coast. I made many enemies and had many a narrow escape, as most everybody did in those days. "Perhaps the closest call I had was at Foley's Gulch.
In a critical estimate of Miss Foley we read: "Her head of the somewhat impracticable but always earnest senator from Massachusetts Sumner is unsurpassable and beyond praise. It is simple, absolute truth, embodied in marble." "Miss Foley's exquisite medallions and sculptures ought to be reproduced in photograph.
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