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The next day brought us a genuine Siphonia, another genus thus far only known from the jurassic beds; and it is worth recording, that I noticed in the collection of Governor Rawson another sponge, brought to him by a fisherman who had caught it on his line, on the coast of Barbados, which belongs to the genus Scyphia.
"Now, my child, I want you to listen to me," Mrs. Rawson began, and went on to tell the girl about the plans she had made for her and her little brother. Nan listened, with the colour coming and going in her face. "It is so good so kind of you to think of this," she exclaimed, earnestly, "and I'd love to go. Mrs.
We'll be there in a few minutes." "Loudons is bringing the helicopter," Altamont told the others. "All we have to do is to hold on, here, until he comes." A naked savage raised his head from behind what might, two hundred years ago, have been a cement park-bench and he was only a hundred yards away. Reader Rawson promptly killed him and began reloading. "I think you're right, Tenant," he said.
Then Rawson stepped down from his rock and slipped along the bank until he emerged from the undergrowth just where Joe was landing. "Mighty careless of you, Joe," he said, laughing. Startled, Joe looked around to see whence came the familiar voice.
Who can they be?" exclaimed Gerald, who was on the look-out at the gangway, to Tom. "I do believe! Can it be possible? Yes, I am nearly certain! There's Archie Gordon, Mr Joy, and there is Commander Rawson himself. Then the old Dragon must have escaped after all." Tom sprang to the gangway, and waved his cap.
Now that the time of departure was so close at hand, she shrank nervously from it and almost wished she had refused to go, but still she dressed Little Brother and herself in good season, and was all ready when at nine thirty, promptly, Mrs. Rawson appeared.
Ebley finished their dinner in disdainful silence and sailed from the room with chilling glances, but as Stella Rawson followed them demurely she raised her soft eyes when she came to the object of her relatives' contempt, and met his serene blue ones and for some reason thrilled wildly.
Martha puffed with the heat and exercise, and glanced with longing eyes at a comfortable stone bench in the shade. "Would you like to rest here, Martha, you old dear?" Miss Rawson said. "There is not a creature about, and I will walk round and join you from the other side." The Aunt Caroline's elderly maid easily agreed to this.
These are two of the striking results, but they are only two of many things we see differently because of the single-minded devotion of this great historian. We know the history in England from 1603 to 1656 better than we do that of any other period of the world; and for this we are indebted mainly to Samuel Rawson Gardiner. History of the Great Civil War, I, viii.
"I said all the time they were outsiders, a London gang very likely. You'll have to get Dr. Rawson, Bates. I don't know what's up, but I've a beast of a pain in my side. I can hardly breathe." Bates murmured respectful sympathy as they came out of the shelter of the trees, and crossing some open ground, reached a road along the further side of which ran a high brick wall.
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