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So still it was, such a scene of wonder and of beauty, that but for the words which greeted me, and the dark figures peering across the water, and something very terrible on the distant reef, I might have believed myself keeping a lonely watch in the glory of a summer's night. That delusion the East denied. I knew the truth even before Mister Bligh named it.
At any other time Jim-Ed would have resented the town man's tone and words; just now he was thinking about the way Liz had changed. "I've gi'n ye the best half o' the road, mister," he said, deprecatingly, "'n' I can't do no better fer ye than that." "Yes, you can, too," shouted the driver of the trap; "you can give us the whole road.
Weston stopped reading, he said, "That's good; bound for Mister Kent. I'm glad he's gwine, like Judas, to his own place." The carriage was slowly ascending the road to the old church, a familiar and dear object to each member of the Weston family. A village churchyard fills up so gradually, that one is not startled with a sudden change. Mr.
"Stop, /mon cher/, stop; don't call me Mister; we are to be friends; I hate delaying that which /must be/, even by a superfluous dissyllable; you are Maltravers, I am Ferrers. But you were going to talk about life. Suppose we /live/ a little while, instead of talking about it?
"I have been thinking over all that Joel just told me, and it seems to me that you are more anxious and despondent than you have any real cause to be. I would not arouse any false hopes, but we must view matters as they really are." "Alas! Mister Sylvius," replied Hulda, "my poor Ole has gone down with the 'Viking, and I shall never see him again!"
"Good morning!" cried Billie, running over to the van. "You must have muffled old Dobbin's feet to have crept in so quietly. How is Ri Mr. Hook?" she added, all in one breath. Maggie popped her head out of the front of the van. She reminded Billie of a little bird peeping from a bird house. "Not 'Mister," she called, smiling brightly.
Yet, somehow, the worst of them lacked the sting that Simon managed to get into his reply, as he said, in a suppressed voice: "This place ain't good enough, as far's that goes, for the meanest skunk God ever created! But it'll do for what we've got to settle between us." "Have a seat, Mister?" A sick-looking girl, with blazing cheeks, had placed a chair for him. "Have a "
"This here affair's revolving itself into a network, mister, out of which somebody's going to find it hard work to break through!" The solicitor, who had been quietly inspecting Purdie, gave him a sly smile. "Then before I tell you what I have just found out," he said, turning to Melky, "I think you had better tell me all you know, and what you have been discussing.
"Halt! Go back," commanded a hoarse voice in front of her, which was accompanied with the clicking of a gunlock. "Ye can't pass heah." "Lemme pass, Mister," she pleaded. "I'm on'y a gal, with medicine fur my mammy, an' I'm powerful anxious ter git home." "No, ye can't git out heah. Orders are strict; besides, ef ye did the Yankees 'd cotch ye. They're jest out thar."
It wasn't the ghosteses, I suppose, Mister Charles? and look here what's this?" he added, as stooping down he picked up another small slipper, the fellow to the one which was known to be Margery's.
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