United States or Mexico ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
The date is burned in my memory." "You see, there's no time to lose," said Eleanor. "I'd rather die than do it, but I'll ask Harold Phipps to-morrow morning." "No, you won't," said Quin peremptorily; "I am going to get the money myself." "But he wouldn't lend it to you. You don't understand!" "Yes, I do. Will you leave the matter with me until Sunday night, Mr.
We had to look out sharply in this chase, for we were passing under branches at times. One of these caught my man Quin, and swept him clean off his pad. But he fell on his feet, unhurt, and was quickly picked up and re-seated. "In a short time we came in sight of the rogue, who suddenly turned at bay and confronted us.
"He is Papa Claude's partner and producer," said Eleanor with dignity. "If I don't care anything for him, I don't see what harm there is in seeing him." "Not liking whisky won't keep it from going to your head," said Quin stubbornly. "That's perfect nonsense; and besides, what can I do? It's his play as well as ours. I can't ask him to stay away from rehearsals."
As they started across Central Park, an open square in the heart of the city, Eleanor stopped short, and with eyes fixed on the sky began incanting: "Star light, star bright Very first star I see to-night Wish I may, wish I might May these three wishes come true before to-morrow night." "I haven't got three wishes," said Quin solemnly; "I've only got one." "Mercy, I have dozens!
A dead silence followed the dance with which the last act concludes, and amid the stillness came from somewhere behind the scenes the sound of a mellow tenor voice trolling Macheath's lively melody, "When the heart of a man's depressed with care." "By the lord," quoth Quin, "that's the voice of Tom Walker. He's the man for Macheath. Mr. Rich, I resign the part. It was never meant for me.
Grandmother has just told Aunt Isobel that everything is to be carried out exactly as she planned it. But I wish they'd let me stay and help. Poor granny!" Her eyes brimmed with ready tears. "She'll pull through all right," said Quin, to whom the tear-dimmed eyes of youth were more unnerving than age's broken bones. "Don't worry, Miss Eleanor, please. What time does your train go in the morning?"
All Thomond rose in arms, under Donogh, son of Brian, to revenge this infamous murder. Near Ennis the Normans met a terrible defeat, from which de Clare and Fitzgerald fled for safety into the neighbouring Church of Quin. But Donogh O'Brien burned the Church over their heads, and forced them to surrender at discretion.
I'm not interested in menageries. I never expect to cross the threshold." Quin pulled up the cape that had slipped from her shoulder, and adjusted it carefully. "When Mr. Ranny comes in to see you," he said, "I hope you won't ball him out right away. He's awful keen on this stunt, you know. It sort of takes the place of the things he has given up."
Do you think, when she finds out that I am actually on the stage, that she will ever forgive me that she will ever want me to come home again?" That was the moment when Quin should have delivered Madam's ultimatum; but, before he had the chance, a key was turned in the lock, and the next instant Claude Martel's effulgent presence filled the room.
She had acquired a habit of offsetting every disagreeable remark by an agreeable one, and she was apt to see incipient halos hovering above heads where less sympathetic observers saw horns. When the last chance of getting rid of the disturbing but helpful Quin vanished, she set herself to work to discover his possibilities with the view of undertaking his social reclamation.
Word Of The Day