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Robie brought his fist down on the counter in an excitement such as he had never before manifested. "Brad Talcott! We'll elect him sure as hell!" Amos hastened to put in a word. "Brad's a Republican." "He's a Free Trade Republican," said the Judge, quietly. "How do yeh know?" "Oh, I know. Haven't I been a workin' 'im for these last two years?
A hundred questions were asked backward and forward upon both sides, and there was not the smallest doubt, on either of our parts, but that it was my Robie that his daughter had liberated from the prison, and run off with. "But oh, sir," said Agnes, "where are they now baith o my bairns as you say I have twa? Where shall I find them?"
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Of course it was not considered prudent by Uncle Robie, that the furniture or general appearance of Dulcibel's cell should be changed in the least for the better. Not even a bunch of flowers that Goodwife Buckley once brought to Dulcibel, could be allowed to remain there.
I wad fain be of some use I could bite my very tongue out when I think on this morning." "I am obliged to you, Robert," said Miss Wardour; "and if you really think it has the least chance of being useful" "In the name of God," said the old man, "yoke the cart, Robie, and if I am no o' some use, less or mair, I'll gie ye leave to fling me ower Kittlebrig as ye come back again.
Robie, my son! where have ye been? how could ye leave your mother? Then she will sob upon your breast, and wet your cheek with her tears; and I will lift her arms from your neck, and say 'Look ye, Agnes, woman, your husband is restored to ye safe and sound, as well as your son? And then I will tell her all about your bravery, and your following us over the moors, and the cowardice of Jonathan Barlowman, and of your coming up to him, where he groaned behind us on the road of your becoming his substitute, and of your getting his greatcoat, his knapsack, and his gun and of your marching an hour by your father's side without him finding out who you were.
Even Robie, notwithstanding the horse-shoe of angry disappointment on his brow, made a hearty repast; but that was natural to a growing laddie, and especially after such a tramp as we had had in the death and darkness of night, over moor and heather. "Eat well, Robie, lad," said I; "it's a long road over again between here and Dunse, and there is but little to be got on it.
"Sir Arthur, let me bring in the messenger of good luck, though he is but a lame one. "Ye owe it o' to puir Robie that drave me; puir fallow," said the beggar, "he doubts he's in disgrace wi' my leddy and Sir Arthur." Robert's repentant and bashful face was seen over the mendicant's shoulder.
She first studied under a woman portrait painter in Berlin; later she was a pupil of Frische in Düsseldorf, of Robie in Brussels, and of Hertel and Skarbina in Berlin. She makes a specialty of flowers, fruit, and still-life; her fruit and flower pieces are beautiful, and her pictures of the victims of the chase are excellent. <b>FLESCH-BRUNNENGEN, LUMA VON.</b> Born in Brünn in 1856.
"I'd like to know what you'd been a readin' to make a blazin' old copperhead of you." Robie held up two or three tracts. The Judge took them, looked them over, and read the titles out loud to the wondering crowd. "'The Power of Money to Oppress. 'Free Trade Philosophy. 'The Money Question. 'The Right to the Use of the Earth, by Herbert Spencer.
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