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McTrump was a very pious man, his only fault being that he would take a drop too much occasionally. "May I stay here a while and watch you work, and look at things?" asked Edith. "I don't want to go back till that hateful old fellow has done his mischief and is gone." "Why not?" said Malcom, "an ye don't tech anything. The woman folk from the village as come here do pick and pull much awry."
"And do the pictures at the corners, and the single figures, have anything to do with this subject?" asked Malcom, after a pause, during which all were busy following the thoughts awakened by Mr. Sumner's words. "Yes, indeed; nothing here is foreign to the one great thought of the painter.
Are you ready to come upstairs?" in Malcom's voice. "How nice your room looks!" cried Margery; and up to the deck they trooped to find that Malcom had seen that their steamer-chairs were well placed close together, and that Mrs. Douglas was already tucked in under her pretty Scotch rug. How strange the deck looked now that the host of friends that had crowded to say good-by were gone!
We will go and sit in the farther corner of this first corridor, for I wish to talk a little, and just here we shall find all that I need for illustration." "You need not put on such a martyr-look, Malcom," continued he, as they walked on. "I prophesy that not one here present will feel more solid interest in the work we are beginning than you will, my boy." When Mr.
As a refuge from long idle hours, she would often go up to Malcom's little place, and watch him and his assistant as they deftly dealt with nature in accordance with her moods, making the most of the soil, sunlight, and rain. Thus Malcom came to take a great interest in her, and shrewd Edith was not slow in fostering so useful a friendship.
Let him rough-cast, if he is confident of succeeding; but tell him I will not pay him till I am convinced it will bear weather, and last. You must speak to either Malcom or Lente for their assistance, unless you can think of something more convenient, putting the matter in such light as your address shall think proper. If for any reasons you should prefer to make use of Popham's name, do it.
Douglas, Malcom, Margery, Barbara, and Bettina are clustered together on her deck, waving again and again their good-bys, and straining their eyes still to recognize the dear familiar form and face among the crowd that presses forward on the receding pier, we will take time for a full introduction of the chief personages of our story. Mrs.
"By my faith, and I hold the laddie to be in the right on't, Malcom!" answered the stout old Scots lord. "What right hath Buckingham, or, to speak plainly, the son of Sir George Villiers, to expect homage and fealty from one more noble than himself by eight quarters?
In the Pitti Palace is a very interesting one called Pallas, or Triumph of Wisdom over Barbarity, strangely enough, found only recently." "Found only recently; how can that be, uncle?" quickly asked Malcom.
"I ha' no time to make oot your account in the height o' the season. Let it ston till I ha' time. An' ye might help me soomtimes make up posies far the grand folk at the hotel. But how does your garden sin ye dismissed ould Malcom?" "Oh, Mr.
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