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My belief is that the fellows who give credit have spies about at every railway terminus in the kingdom. They won't give me three days' peace. It's enough to disgust any man with civilized life; on my soul, it is!" Edward glanced at the superscription of the letter. "Not posted," he remarked. "No; delivered by some confounded bailiff, who's been hounding me."
We hear his good evil spoken of, and his noblest sacrifices counted as naught; we see him not only assailed by the wicked, but discountenanced and shunned by the timidly good, followed on his hot and dusty pathway by the execrations of the hounding mob and the contemptuous pity of the worldly wise and prudent; and when at last the horizon of Time shuts down between him and ourselves, and the places which have known him know him no more forever, we are almost ready to say with the regal voluptuary of old, This also is vanity and a great evil; "for what hath a man of all his labor and of the vexation of his heart wherein he hath labored under the sun?"
"I mean really!" the smudges acted as a mask and diverted attention. "I wager you think girls like me the me that was, the working girls are, generally speaking, hounding young men on the matrimonial trail." "Not necessarily that trail," Martin was teasing. "You're all wrong, Uncle Davey, as far as most of them are concerned.
My belief is that the fellows who give credit have spies about at every railway terminus in the kingdom. They won't give me three days' peace. It's enough to disgust any man with civilized life; on my soul, it is!" Edward glanced at the superscription of the letter. "Not posted," he remarked. "No; delivered by some confounded bailiff, who's been hounding me."
"Of course I've found out about her, from Farrell. It seems that she was brought up in England, with Sophia, and always given to believe she was his own daughter, but she was a wild thing and hard to handle. One day she found out about her parentage how, it's not known, but Farrell suspects that the men who were hounding Rutton got into communication with her.
"Oh, you have changed! They've been hounding you the cowards!" "Does it make no difference to you that I have killed a man." "Ah, it was that brother to the Dozier man. But I've learned about him. He was a bloodhound like his brother, but treacherous. Besides, it was in fair fight. Fair fight? It was one against six!" "Don't," said Andrew, breathing hard, "don't say that!
Most singular is the attitude of a Sixtus indulging his lust and pride in the Vatican, adorning the chapel called after his name with masterpieces, rending Italy with broils for the aggrandizement of favorites, haggling over the prices to be paid for bishoprics, extorting money from starved provinces, plotting murder against his enemies, hounding the semi-barbarous Swiss mountaineers on Milan by indulgences, refusing aid to Venice in her championship of Christendom against the Turk yet meanwhile thinking to please God by holocausts of Moors, by myriads of famished Jews, conferring on a faithless and avaricious Ferdinand the title of Catholic, endeavoring to wipe out his sins by the blood of others, to burn his own vices in the autos da fé of Seville, and by the foundation of that diabolical engine the Inquisition to secure the fabric his own infamy was undermining.
"I've been thinking about it a lot," he repeated. There was an intense, unexpected relief in this confidence, which he had made to no one else but Bangs, and to him in only a casual phrase or two. "That's one reason why it has been hard for me to get down to work on a new play, as Bangs and Epstein have been hounding me to do. I was afraid I couldn't keep my mind on it.
Then again, I shall not join with the Republicans in hounding Greeley and the Liberals with all the old war anathemas of the Democracy.
"Pack of human interrogation points hounding him all over the place." "What do you think of his story?" asked Forsythe. The grizzled surgeon drew out a cigar, lighted it, took three deliberate puffs, turned it about, examined the ash end with concentration, and replied: "Man's telling a straight story." "You think it's all true?" cried Forsythe. "Humph!" grunted the other.
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