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She mimicked his gait in her pleasanter moments; in her haughty moods, she would not sit down to table with a tailor's grandson. 'Send me anything for company but that odious Quin, she would say, when I proposed that he should go and amuse her with his books and his flute; for, quarrelsome as we were, it must not be supposed we were always at it: I was occasionally attentive to her.
Oh, me heart's broke wit' joy!" and she fell on her knees among the daisies. "It's meself, then!" said Mr. Patrick Quin. "How are ye the day, Mary? I always t'ought I 'd see home again, but 't was Nora enticed me now.
"You won't speak to him," she implored, "and you won't tell Cass?" "I won't do anything you don't want me to," promised Quin, proffering his handkerchief with his sympathy, "It's your shooting-match, and Cass has got to keep his hands off." Cass at this moment cautiously opened the front door, and stood in his bare feet, viewing them with anxious suspicion.
"Hello, Quinby; what are you doing here?" asked a voice behind him; and turning he saw the long, oval face and lady-like figure of Mr. Chester. "Same thing you are," said Quin, grinning sympathetically. "Only if I was in your shoes I'd be walking the tracks to meet the train." Mr. Chester shook his head and smiled primly.
"Sensible bastes," remarked Quin, handing the rod to his master; "an' a sign, too, that they've got some notion o' music." "Why, Quin, I thought you had bag-pipes in Ireland," said Jackman, as he fastened a large fly to his line.
Quin, with his humorous bludgeon! Mrs. Clive, with her tongue! Mr. Snarl, with his abuse! And Mr. Soaper, with his praise! arsenic in treacle I call it! But there, I deserve it all! For look on this picture, and on this!" "Meaning, I am painted as well as my picture!" "Oh, no, no, no!
"I think he might go up and speak to mother, don't you, Isobel?" asked Miss Enid tentatively. Quin pushed back his chair and rose precipitately from the table, dragging the cloth away as he did so. "That's not the point!" he said heatedly. "It's for you two to decide, as well as her. Do you want me to go or to stay?"
It is the one thing you are thoroughly afraid of. Look at that tree." His interlocutors looked vaguely towards a beech that leant out towards them from the ridge of the hill. "If," said Mr. Quin, "I were to say that you did not see the great truths of science exhibited by that tree, though they stared any man of intellect in the face, what would you think or say?
Ultro quin etiam erupere: et fuit atrox in ipsia portarum angustiis proelium, donec pulsi hostes; utroque exercitu certante, his, ut tulisse opem, illis, ne eguisse auxilio viderentur. Quod nisi paludes et silvae fugientes texissent, debellatum illa victoria foret.
I have also heard of another, who has now quitted the stage, but who had filled, with great dignity, force, and elevation, some tragic parts, and excelled so much in the comic, that none ever has deserved a higher applause. Pope. Mr. Quin was, indeed, a most perfect comedian.
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