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It made an immediate bond: from that hour we seemed to be welded into a family party; and I had little difficulty in persuading her to join us and to preside over our tea-table. Surely there was never so ill-matched a trio as Rowley, Mrs. McRankine, and the Viscount Anne! But I am of the Apostle's way, with a difference: all things to all women! When I cannot please a woman, hang me in my cravat!

It was drawn by an ill-matched pair of horses and driven by a lame coloured boy, who carried a peeled hickory branch for a whip. "Ah, General Battle," said the judge to a stout gentleman with a red face and an expansive shirt front from which the collar had wilted away; "fine afternoon!

"Whao! Whao! I tell ye. Be ye deef, or be ye jest contrary? "I b'lieve them critters 'd like ter see me wait 'til June fer plaoughin'." The ill-matched pair came to a standstill, and so listless was their bearing, that one would say that having decided to halt, nothing would induce them to again draw the plough.

Not a day passed without our meeting; and after my heart had moved me to tell Cousin Maud all that had happened, and Herdegen had given his consent, we were rid once for all of the mystery which had at first weighed on our souls. Verily the worthy lady found it no light matter to look kindly on this early and ill-matched betrothal; yet had she not the heart, nor the power, to make any resistance.

Scarcely was the last word out of the gourmand's mouth before the noble personage so designated, joined us. As for me, feeling any thing but social, I soon left the ill-matched pair, and rode into the other park. Just as I entered it, I perceived, on a dull, yet cross-looking pony, Mr. Wormwood, of bitter memory.

Behind her strode a wiry man of forty. His chief claim to notice lay in an outrageously fancy waistcoat, which was ill-matched with his sober, commonplace, "pepper-and-salt" suit. "Mr. and Mrs. Farley, the Reverend Mr. Prentice," said Average Jones in introduction. "The strangers in the wagon?" asked the clergyman quickly. "The same," admitted the woman briefly. The Reverend Mr.

The countess and Mademoiselle de Grandlieu exchanged a look which the old man intercepted. "Your daughter will be ill-matched is that your thought?" he said in a low voice. "I think quite the contrary, my dear duke," replied the mother, smiling. The Marquise de Noirmoutier, who accompanied her sister, laughed significantly.

"I do not think that the difference in weight will be noticeable," he said, and as Joseph obediently jumped out the Prince sprang in, taking the wheel. Instantly the rope snapped, and the big red chariot would have run back had not Joseph jammed on the brake. Terry stopped our car, and the ill-matched pair had to be united again, with a shorter rope.

My wife, more serious, more melancholy, perhaps even more refined, and belonging, I fancy, to a higher class, tries when these friends come to us to play the part of the lady of the house. It is comical to see the entry of these ill-matched pairs, partners for a day, the ladies, with their disjointed bows, falling on all fours before Chrysantheme, the queen of the establishment.

Even when the ill-matched couple were presently blessed with children, his happiness was but short lived, the savage temper of his quarrelsome wife seemed to blight them from the first, and they died like little kids in a cold winter.