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'I have come very early, I am afraid, he began, 'but I thought I ought to let you know. Mrs. Hanbury's little girl, the lame one, Jessie, has got badly burnt, some carelessness or other; but they are an ignorant set, and the child will need your care. 'I will go at once.
Gregory Hanbury's address was Adelphi Terrace, whither he at once repaired. Mr. Hanbury was at dinner. He sent up his card nevertheless, and asked to be allowed to see Mr. Hanbury on particular business. The answer was a request that he would step upstairs into the dining-room. He found that occupied by two gentlemen who were dining together at the upper end of a large table.
Hanbury's house, two blocks north," directed Robertson, and going up to one of the surgeons he added: "I'll take your place at the stretcher, for you can make yourself useful elsewhere." "How about her?" asked one of the ambulance attendants, pointing to the woman on the ground. "I'm afraid we can't do much for her," replied one of the surgeons, "she seems to be near death's door."
The glaucous wonder stands by itself, a prodigy of good style, more pleasing to the eye than all that painfully generated tropicality of Mr. Hanbury's Mortola paradise. It is flawless. Vainly have I teased my fancy, endeavouring to discover the slightest defect in shape or hue.
Here, in his own words, is Hanbury's Account of his First Audience: To which his Prussian Majesty replied, to the best of my remembrance, as follows: "'I have the truest esteem for the King of Britain's person; and I set the highest value on his friendship. He seemed to express a great deal of esteem for my Lord Chesterfield, and a great deal of kindness for Mr.
Henry, who was a man of parts, but evidently quite a vacuum on the Polish side! Of Hanbury's News-Letters from Foreign Courts, four or five, incidentally printed, are like the contents of a slop-pail; uncomfortable to the delicate mind.
Don't let our wives starve!" the voices began again, and it was some time before it became possible for the speaker to make himself heard. "Is that really Mr. Hanbury?" Robertson asked one of his neighbors. "Yes, the son." "It seems incredible! He's taking his life in his hands." Gerald Hanbury's first words were lost in the uproar, but gradually the crowd began to listen.
'How do you know it was for her money, Tom? Nan pleaded. 'I am certain they were fond of each other 'I don't want to miss my train, said he. 'You go and tell the maternal I'm off to London. I suppose you don't know the address of Hanbury's father? 'No, I don't. 'Well, I'm off. Ta, ta! So the irate Mr. Tom departed.
A Czarina obstinate to a degree; would not consent, even when they made her the liberal offer, "Keep your 55,000 at home; don't attack the King of Prussia with them; you shall have your Subsidy all the same!" "No, I won't!" answered she, to Hanbury's amazement.
The workman glared at him with wild, bloodshot eyes and cried in a fierce rage: "That's what I want," and quick as a flash the heavy spoke descended on Hanbury's head. The terrific blow felled Gerald to the ground, and he sank without uttering a sound beside the body of the wounded woman lying at his feet.
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