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How often and willingly do I not look again in fancy on Tummel, or Manor, or the talking Airdle, or Dee swirling in its Lynn; on the bright burn of Kinnaird, or the golden burn that pours and sulks in the den behind Kingussie!
She learns English from the Kid, the rubber-legged boot-black, and other gentleman adventurers and tars of America and Europe, and she pours out bad words I cannot mention them in innocent faith in their propriety. In French or Tahitian she speaks correctly.
He again pours out the virtues and charms of Lady Hamilton, to whom he gives the credit of engineering the embarkation of the Royal Family and two and a half million sterling aboard the Vanguard. After giving St.
At the mouths the mud pours out into the sea and forms fresh deposits constantly on the bottom, which are gradually silting up still newer lands to seaward.
"She made a most disgraceful lot of her effort, at all events, and I do believe you were the instigator." "'You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus," quotes Mr. Browne, reproachfully. "However, let that pass. Tea is ready, I think. Pour it out, and be merciful." Thus adjured, Miss Blount pours it out. She looks so utterly sweet in her soft leaf-green tea gown as she does it, that Mr.
He, with his craving for sympathy, and she, with her inexhaustible supply of it, meet; he pours out his bitterness, she her consolation; and so with equal candor of self-revelation they beautifully draw out and strengthen each the other's characteristics, and help one another grow old.
"Where Mersey's stream, long winding o'er the plain, Pours his full tribute to the circling main, A band of fishers chose their humble seat; Contented labor blessed the fair retreat, Inured to hardship, patient, bold, and rude, They braved the billows for precarious food: Their straggling huts were ranged along the shore, Their nets and little boats their only store."
Here the priestess first arrays four black-bodied bullocks and pours wine upon their forehead; and plucking the topmost hairs from between the horns, lays them on the sacred fire for first-offering, calling aloud on Hecate, mistress of heaven and hell. Others lay knives beneath, and catch the warm blood in cups.
The other little girl shakes her head, and says, 'O, sister what makes you do so? But if you do it I must. Then she pours out half her money for the beggar, but scowls all the while. Which is the 'cheerful giver?" "The first little girl. O, of course, Miss Preston." Then Dotty fell to thinking: "I don't have much to give away but just pieces of oranges; but I don't scowl when I do it.
'Then what has she been up to?" this with a wink at Emilia "'Nothing, says he again, and pours out the whole story, or so much of it as he knew and guessed, and winds up with 'I release you, and a bow very formal and stiff. 'How about Miss Nancy? I asked; 'does she release me too? 'I haven't asked her, he says, and goes on that he is not in the habit of being guided by his daughters.
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