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Cossey," said Ida, in affected surprise, "why, I thought you never missed /anything/." "Everybody misses sometimes," answered that gentleman, looking uncommonly sulky. "I shall do better this afternoon when it comes to the driven partridges." "I don't believe you will," went on Ida, laughing maliciously.
There were two pairs, and they belonged to the Misses Pitt, two amiable, sentimental maiden ladies who yielded to none in Bridgewater in their worship of the handsome Monmouth. Mr. Blood smiled and inclined his head, for he was on friendly terms with these ladies, one of whom, indeed, had been for a little while his patient. But there was no response to his greeting.
"But, Hubert, to come back to the original dispute, if the atmosphere does not hold our every foolish or necessary word, they are permanently recorded in another place by a pen that never writes falsely, or misses a single sentence. How many pages have you got written there, I wonder, that if it were possible you would gladly obliterate with your heart's blood one day."
Goldsmith used to say, in the witty words of one of Cibber's comedies, "There is no arguing with Johnson, for when his pistol misses fire, he knocks you down with the butt end of it." In 1782 his complaints increased, and the history of his life this year is little more than a mournful recital of the variations of his illness. In one of his letters to Mr.
"I'm sorry; I was inclined to like her. She misses more than I do because we are a jolly and amusing family. It's curious how much energy is wasted disliking people. Who is Miss Suydam?" "She's a sort of a relative. I have always known her. I'm sorry she was rude. She is sometimes." They said no more about her or about his aunt; and presently they moved on again, luncheon being imminent.
The Misses M. some years afterward built a better house, and called it Barley Wood, on the side of a hill, about a mile from Wrington.
Did you ever see the lady, deary? 'Oh, Misses Brown, what lady? cried the Grinder in a tone of piteous supplication. 'What lady? she retorted. 'The lady; Mrs Dombey. 'Yes, I believe I see her once, replied Rob. 'The night she went away, Robby, eh? said the old woman in his ear, and taking note of every change in his face. 'Aha! I know it was that night.
"She says that it just shows how few women have any business qualities about them, and that she misses my father more and more every day that she lives. But none of the other children touched the paper. Angus, Elsie and Dot have told her so straight; and it's a puzzle to know what did become of it." "You spoke of hunting in the garden and around the outside of the house; why should you do that?"
"Jack" Peabody, and the Misses Brookline, who had run up the Sound for the day on the yacht Minerva of the Boston Yacht Club, and he told them how things were and swore them to secrecy, and told them to bring what men they could pick up.
His two grand-daughters, Misses Randolph, were living with him then. Mr. Jefferson soon after returned to his usual abode, Monticello, and there Mr. Flower spent the greater part of the winter, enjoying most keenly the evening conversations of the ex-President, who delighted to talk of the historic scenes in which he was for fifty years a conspicuous actor.
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