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Girls had some modesty when I was young," and she shook her head with its rows of white curls with an air of mingled reprobation and despair. "Did you attend Professor Merryweather's lecture last evening, Mrs. Hyde?" asked Frank, adjusting his eye-glasses and fixing Jessie with that intensity of look by which old persons have to make up for their failing eyesight.
Neither his daughters, nor some friends staying with them, remembered seeing either Harry or David for some time before they embarked. Mr Moreton, putting on a thick coat, for it was now blowing very hard, went off to Captain Rymer's house, which was close down to the bay, accompanied by Mrs Merryweather's servant, and greatly alarmed the family by asking for his son and Harry.
Faulkner had been killed by shot or by a ball. When I said by a ball his face cleared up altogether. His brother, he said, and as we know, had been rabbit-shooting at Mr. Merryweather's. He would have had small shot with him, but young Wyatt said that he did not think his brother had ever fired a bullet in his life. He knew there was not such a thing as a bullet in the house. Mr.
A plain table stood in the middle; two hammocks were slung against the walls, which were hung with guns and fishing-rods. A bookcase in one corner, and Mrs. Merryweather's workstand in another, completed the furniture of the primitive parlour.
'No, said Mr Boffin, 'no, Wegg. With that, producing a little book from his breast-pocket, he handed it with great care to the literary gentlemen, and inquired, 'What do you call that, Wegg? 'This, sir, replied Silas, adjusting his spectacles, and referring to the title-page, 'is Merryweather's Lives and Anecdotes of Misers.
Letter to sir Kenelm Digby, prefixed to the Religio Medici, fol. edit. Digby's Letter to Browne, prefixed to the Religio Medici, fol. edit. Life of sir Thomas Browne. Merryweather's letter, inserted in the Life of sir Thomas Browne. Life of sir Thomas Browne. Wood's Athenae Oxonienses. Wood. Whitefoot. Howell's Letters. Religio Medici. Life of sir Thomas Browne.
Mullen confined to the pulpit?" he inquired after a moment, "or does he wear them for the benefit of the heterodox when he walks abroad?" "Oh, he's not my Mr. Mullen, sir," she hastened to explain though her words trailed off into a sound that was suspiciously like a sigh. "Molly Merryweather's Mr. Mullen, then?" "I don't think he cares for Molly not in that way."
"Farmer Merryweather's fields are under the moon at present," said the dwarf, coolly, "and thus not within the terms of the agreement. You must choose again." But as the farmer could choose nothing that was not then under the moon, he soon saw that he had been outwitted, and his rage knew no bounds at the trick the dwarf had played him.
"Oh, you can't put any faith in the darkies' tales," rejoined Abel, and after leaving a message with his mother for a farmer with whom he had an appointment, he hastened out of the house and over the fields in the direction of Reuben Merryweather's cottage.
Jonathan, spry as a cricket. 'It's a fine weddin' I've been to, Mr. Jonathan, I answered, 'an' I've seen two lovin' hearts beatin' as one befo' Mr. Mullen at the altar. Then Reuben Merryweather's gal called out right quickly, 'Whose weddin', old Adam? an' when I replied, 'Abel Revercomb's, as I was bound to, her face went as white as a han't right thar befo' me "
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