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An umbrella mender, benighted on the roads, hurried toward the lights of the distant town. In Bidwell, the place that had been on other summer nights a sleepy town filled with gossiping berry pickers, things were astir. Change, and the thing men call growth, was in the air. Perhaps in its own way revolution was in the air, the silent, the real revolution that grew with the growth of the towns.
The smile died from Godwyn's face as he observed his visitor more closely. "What is it?" he asked quickly. Landless came up to him and held out his hand. "I am with you, Robert Godwyn, heart and soul," he said steadily. The mender of nets grasped the hand. "I knew you would come," he said, drawing a long breath. "I have needed you sorely, lad." "I could not come before."
"John Oxley, chief of the expedition; George William Evans, second in command; Allan Cunningham, King's botanist; Charles Fraser, colonial botanist; William Parr, mineralogist; George Hubbard, boat builder; James King, 1st boatman and sailor; James King, 2nd horseshoer; William Meggs, butcher; Patrick Byrne, guide and horse leader; William Blake, harness mender; George Simpson, for chaining with surveyors; William Warner, servant to Mr.
The cashiers of some of these gentlemen, who were younger men, ventured to say when out of hearing that they admired the championship of Mr. Mender, but it would never do. To these, likewise, Austen listened good-naturedly enough, and did not attempt to contradict them. Changing the angle of the sun-dial does not affect the time of day.
And it was done why, how old are you?" "Thirty-five," said the mender of roads, who looked sixty. "It was done when you were more than ten years old; you might have seen it." "Enough!" said Defarge, with grim impatience. "Long live the Devil! Go on." "Well! Some whisper this, some whisper that; they speak of nothing else; even the fountain appears to fall to that tune.
"Can the mender of ways—other people’s ways—come in?" asked a voice at the door. It was Mitchell’s voice, and he came in without waiting for an invitation. "Is it time that I went?" Mrs. Rosscott asked him, anxiously. "Half an hour yet." "Oh, I say Jack," cried Burnett, "let’s boil some water in the witch-hazel pan, and make a rarebit in the poultice pan, and have some tea here."
There was spurring and splashing through the darkness, and bridle was drawn in the space by the village fountain, and the horse in a foam stood at Monsieur Gabelle's door. "Help, Gabelle! Help, every one!" The mender of roads, and two hundred and fifty particular friends, stood with folded arms at the fountain, looking at the pillar of fire in the sky.
Mender, "he didn't git a mite of satisfaction out of me. I've seen enough of his kind of folks to know how to deal with 'em, and I told him so. I asked him what they meant by sending that slick Mr. Tooting 'raound to offer me five hundred dollars. I said I was willin' to trust my case on that crossin' to a jury." Austen smiled, in spite of his mingled emotions. "What else did Mr.
She had already decided to put sweet peas in Lionel's room and a marked copy of "The Road Mender." "You may as well ask him yourself," said Winn, "if you really want him to come." It was time, Estelle felt, that the real things of life should come back to her.
The locksmith's swinging key creaked next door to the bank; across the way, crouching, mendicant-like, in the shadow of a great importing-house, was the mud laboratory of the mender of broken combs.
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