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Fascination was an integral portion of Julia Vickers's nature; admiration was all she lived for: and even in a convict ship, with her husband at her elbow, she must flirt, or perish of mental inanition. There was no harm in the creature. She was simply a vain, middle-aged woman, and Frere took her attentions for what they were worth.
As they were passing a house where a large bird-cage hung in the open window, Flora heard the words, "Petit blanc, mon bon frère! Ha! ha!" She called out to Mr. Jacobs, "Stop! Stop!" and pushed at the carriage door, in her impatience to get out. "What is the matter, my child?" inquired Mrs. Delano.
It is merely thrown out as undigested matter; a crude notion let it rest: if ever I aspire to the dignity and dogmatism of a theological teacher, it must be after more and deeper inquiry of the Newtons, Faber, Frere, Croly, Keith, and other learned interpreters, than it is possible or proper to make in a hurry: volumes have been, and volumes might be again, written for and against any prophecy unfulfilled; it is dangerous to teach speculations; for, if found false, they tend to bring holy truths into disrepute.
On approaching the kettle, he found it full of smooth pebbles. "Take out those stones," said Dawes. Frere obeyed, and saw at the bottom of the kettle a quantity of sparkling white powder, and the sides of the vessel crusted with the same material. "What's that?" he asked. "Salt." "How did you get it?"
"Yes, Excellency, I hear, and the Excellency your brother speaks the words of truth. The risk would be too great unless the Khalifa's army had been put to flight." "But you have heard these two accounts." "Yes, Excellency. What does your brother think?" "I think," said Harry Frere, "that the first was invented by some Emir, jealous of the Khalifa; the second by the Khalifa himself.
If I do not appear for a week, Mrs. Frere, you will know the reason." "A week! Surely it will not last so long as that!" exclaims Sylvia. The ambiguous "it" appears to annoy him, for he flushes painfully, replying, "Sometimes longer. It is, a um uncertain," in a confused and shame-faced manner, and is luckily relieved by the entry of Jenkins. "A message from Mr. Troke, sir." "Troke!
"Here you are again, you see. How do you like this sort of thing?" Dawes, glaring, makes no answer. "You shall have fifty lashes, my man," said Frere. "We'll see how you feel then!" The fifty were duly administered, and the Commandant called the next day. The rebel was still mute. "Give him fifty more, Mr. Troke. We'll see what he's made of."
If he can write an exhaustive article on Encyclopædia, or Spinosa, or Academies, or Weaving, he can also stoop to Anagrams, and can tell us that the letters of Frère Jacques Clément, the assassin of Henry III., make up the sinister words, C'est l'enfer qui m'a créé.
"Much, I hope, madam, but you must leave me to examine my patient and not interrupt me," said Traverse, passing his hand over the naked chest of the sick man. "Mon Dieu! I know not 'exam' and 'interrupt'! and I know not what can you mon frère to save!" "If you don't hush parley-vooing, the doctor can do nothink, mum," said the waiter, in a respectful tone.
So, sometimes when we were starting out, my thoughts bounding with the anticipated pleasure, he would stop me midway on the stairs: 'Frère Hecker, he would say, 'please remain at home, and instead of the walk wash and clean the stair-way. It would nearly kill me to obey, such was my disappointment, grief, humiliation."
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