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She was then prepared with the announcement that the snow-boots might be looked for very soon. She told of her visit to Widow Rye's, and had something to say of the probability of snow; but she was rather absent, and she took wine. These were all the circumstances that her anxious sister could fix upon, during dinner, for silent comment.
The two remained quietly upstairs the rest of the afternoon, listening to the singing and the shouting in the streets, and watching from their window the groups that swung and danced to and fro in joy at Rye's contribution to the defeat of the invaders.
They lost no more time in returning than just to step to Widow Rye's, to ask whether she would sit up with this miserable family this night.
When Mother Cockleshell ceased he poured out a flood of the kalo jib with much gesticulation, and in a voice which boomed like a gong. Of course, Mrs. Lambert did not understand a word of his speech, and looked inquiringly at Gentilla. "Kara says," translated the woman hurriedly, "that he is your friend, since he is glad you are the golden rye's romi.
It was from no other than Dr Levitt that she had heard in the morning that Mr Enderby was shortly going to be married to Miss Mary Bruce. Dr Levitt was at Widow Rye's when Margaret went, and had walked part of the way home with her. During the walk, this piece of news had dropped out, while they were talking of Mrs Enderby's health.
He means a parrot he's seen in its cage." "Nay, I don't," said the man. "I mean a big woodpecker down in Squire Hawkus Rye's woods." "Oh, Magg: get it for me!" "Nay, I dunno as I can. Old Hopley's on the look-out for me, and if I was to shoot that there bird, he'd swear it was a fezzan." "Perhaps it is," said Mercer, laughing. "Nay, not it, my lad," said the man, with a sly-looking smile.
I will buy something, and then see what my diplomacy will effect about the boots." Mr Hope presently came in, and found his wife prepared for the apology he brought from Mr Rowland. But it was obvious that Hope's mind was far more occupied with something else. "Where is Margaret?" "She is gone out to Widow Rye's, and to Mrs Howell's." "No matter where, as long as she is out.
Oh it was a wonderful world. "You should see Lord Rye's." "His flowers?" "Yes, and his letters. He writes me pages on pages with the most adorable little drawings and plans. You should see his diagrams!"
"But no doubt you have heard of Miss Rye's work, as well as that of Miss Annie Macpherson at the Home of Industry, and, perhaps, contributed to " "No," interrupted Sir Richard, quickly, "I do not contribute; but pray, Mr Seaward, are there other institutions of this sort in London?"
There's the river where old Rebble goes, and the mill-pond where old Martin gives me leave, and a big old hammer pond out in the middle of General Rye's woods where nobody gives me leave, but I go. It's full of great carp and tench and eels big as boa-constrictors." "Oh, come!" I said. "I didn't say big boa-constrictors, did I? there's little ones, I daresay. Here we are.
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