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"Is your mother in?" "No, she's across the street at Mrs. Johnson's." "Grandmother's in, though," continued the boy. "Would you like to see her?" "No, no! Don't call her. I just wanted to see your mother." "Do you know mamma?" inquired the girl. "Well no. I knew her brother, your uncle." "We haven't any uncle except Uncle George, and he's papa's brother," said the boy. "What!
And do you your part!" said this fine old daughter of the men who through eighty years of warfare broke the back of Spain. "Remember that you are a Van Hoorn!" "I shall not forget." "And is that young Philip Cross her husband with Johnson's crew?" "Yes, he is." "Then if he gets back to Canada alive, you are not the man your grandfather Baltus was!"
Preston's back, said to Molly in a whisper, 'I think we'll go to Johnson's now, and come back for the books in a little while. So across the street to Johnson's they went; but no sooner had they entered the draper's shop, than Molly's conscience smote her for her cowardice, and loss of a good opportunity.
You see, dear, I could not help caring for Maggie from the very first, and nothing nor anybody can alter my love." Aneta kissed Merry, who left the room. Then Aneta herself, taking up her candle, went out. She was wearing a long white wrapper, and her clouds of golden hair were falling far below her waist. She looked almost like an angel as she went down the corridor as far as Miss Johnson's room.
Mclntosh 's Battalion. Johnson's Battery. Hardaway Artillery. Danville " 2d Rockbridge Artillery. Pegram's Battalion. Peedee Artillery. Fredericksburg Artillery. Letcher " Purcell Battery. Crenshaw's Battery. Poague's Battalion. Madison Artillery. Albemarle " Brooke " Charlotte " Organization of the Army of the Valley District.
We trace Johnson's own character in his observations on Blackmore's 'magnanimity as an authour. 'The incessant attacks of his enemies, whether serious or merry, are never discovered to have disturbed his quiet, or to have lessened his confidence in himself. Johnson, I recollect, once told me, laughing heartily, that he understood it had been said of him, 'He appears not to feel; but when he is alone, depend upon it, he suffers sadly. I am as certain as I can be of any man's real sentiments, that he enjoyed the perpetual shower of little hostile arrows as evidences of his fame.
And before he had time to explain, much less to check her, she was standing at the window, candle in hand, peering out into the night. "Why, it's the posse!" she cried, wheeling round suddenly. "How did they ever risk it in this storm?" At these words a crushed expression appeared on Johnson's countenance; an uncanny sense of insecurity seized him.
John Johnson's testimony is to be relied on, it ought to suit my case, for, in describing his own sufferings, he has exactly described mine. But I've spent so much money in medicine, to no purpose, that I am tired of being humbugged: so, if you'll just tell me where I can find this Mr. Johnson, I'll give him a call. I'd like to know if he's a real flesh-and-blood man."
Johnson's the man for a garden of course," he said, going off at a tangent, "but I don't mean a fierce sort of garden. Earnest industry. Anxious moments. Fervous digging. Shan't go in for that sort of garden, ma'am. No! Too much backache for me. My garden will be just a patch of 'sturtiums and sweet pea. Red brick yard, clothes' line. Trellis put up in odd time. Humorous wind vane.
But she was not merely a fluent talker, never at a loss for a word, a phrase or a metaphor; had this been her crowning recommendation, Dr. Johnson's long-standing friendship would never have been gained. Her talk was always sensible the outcome of a well-furnished, retentive mind. Her judgment was sound, her discrimination delicate, and her grasp of fundamental truths consistently firm.
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