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"Only on this young man's account. He saved my little daughter from a horrible death this morning." "Indeed? How so?" "There was a mad bull broke into my back garden from the street, and was about to gore her, when this young man, who had been driven into the garden in the first place, came between and drove the bull out." "Oh, I heard of that bull." "What became of him?" I put in curiously.
He has a way of nudging the air in one's direction so that one feels it in one's side. Animal magnetism, I suppose. And he begs for sympathy as if it were a biscuit. Do you know him, Mr. Heath?" "No, not at all. I know very few big artists." "But all the young coming ones, I suppose? Did you study abroad?" "I went to the Royal College at Kensington Gore." Mrs.
"Who is talking of Stephen Gower?" asks Sir Mark, coming towards them over the path of moonlight that lies upon the smooth lawn. "Happy man to be discussed by so fair a trio, 'beneath the sweet-smelling starlight, as James has it." "Bless me," says Dicky, "I had no idea dry monopole would have had such an effect on Gore. He is talking poetry, I think; I never could understand it myself.
Bishop Gore has always shown an earnest sympathy with the aspirations of the working class to improve their material condition. He is also profoundly impressed by the apparent discrepancy between the teachings of Christ about wealth and the principles which His professed disciples wholly follow and in part avow.
The Captain writes that he is thirsting for gore and glory, and that he has learned to ride anything from a clotheshorse to a nightmare." Carew laughed. "Paddy all over. He never could take things as they came." "Except Parrott's horse," Weldon suggested. "How did he get out of that scrape?" "Went out. There was talk of official vengeance; but Paddy vanished, that same night.
The guillotine, with gutters ever clotted with human gore, was the only argument which anarchy condescended to use. Effectually it silenced every remonstrating tongue. Constitution after constitution had risen, like mushrooms, in a night, and like mushrooms had perished in a day.
We don't do things in that way now that we no longer have to get crops from granite, as they used to do in New Hampshire when I was a boy." Carrington replied that it was unlucky for Virginians that they had not done things in that way then: if they had, they would not have gone to the dogs. Gore shook his head seriously; "Did I not tell you so?" said he. "Was not this man an abstract virtue?
This estate is the ancestral home of the Champneys, known as Champ-au-Haut, in the vernacular "Champo." At The Bow the highway turns suddenly, crosses a bridge over the Rothel and curves with the curving pine-fringed shores of the lake along the base of the mountain until it climbs the steep ascent that leads to Googe's Gore, the third division of the town of Flamsted.
Their evening gowns suggested the dinner-hour, and reminded Alice that she had to prepare herself for the meal. All the Galway people, excepting the Honourable Misses Gore and the Scullys who had taken houses in town for the season dined at table d'hote. The Miss Duffys were, with the famous Bertha, the terror of the débutantes. The Brennans and the Goulds sat at the same table.
This was the happiest day of my life; I had killed a panther without assistance, and I had wounds to show. Although I was severely hurt, I thought nothing of it. I took off the skin as my blood dropped down and mixed with that of the beast but I rejoiced in it. Proudly did I go into the town dripping with gore and smarting with pain.
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