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Arnott and Ethel were watching, and trying everything to relieve her, but with little effect, and Ethel presently stood by the fire with her father, as Dr. Spencer turned towards him, and he said, in a very low, but calm voice, "It won't do I believe it is the death-stroke." "Not immediate," said Dr. Spencer. "No," said Dr.

"Ever since his engagement was broken?" "Oh, it was broken, was it?" "Yes. I don't know why. But it's off. Anyhow Mrs. Spencer is telling everybody he can't be spared." "And his father?" "I don't know. He doesn't talk about it, I think." "Perhaps he wants him to make his own decision." Delight rose and drew down her veil with hands that Audrey saw were trembling a little.

He could not have done this unless enough people thought, or said they thought, the books akin, to give colour to his doing so. One alone of all my reviewers has, to my knowledge, brought Mr. Spencer against me. This was a writer in the St.

In a little while a door opposite the Gallery opened and Madeline Spencer entered. A woman usually knows her good points physically and how to bring them out. And Mrs. Spencer was an adept in the art though, in truth, little art was needed. To her, Nature had been over generous.

It seemed to the millionaire that Hazell had been gone hours, but at length he returned. 'Can't find anything, he said, as he jumped into the boat, and then privately to Racksole: 'There's a woman on board. Looks as if she might coincide with your description of Miss Spencer. Steam's up, but there's no engineer.

In what has been already said and in the end of our quotation from Herbert Spencer, it will be evident that purposeful games rather than exercises are to be commended. There is indeed no comparison for a moment possible between Nature's method of exercise, which is obtained through play, and the ridiculous and empty parodies of it which men invent.

Spencer calls the highest individuation surely does not include extraordinary development of powers adapted to merely aggressive ends; and yet it is rather through these than through any others that Western individuality most commonly and readily manifests itself. Now there is, as yet, a remarkable scarcity in Japan, of domineering, brutal, aggressive, or morbid individuality.

How sincerely and fervently have I often wished that the Emperor of the French had thought as Mr. Spencer Perceval does upon the subject of government; that he had entertained doubts and scruples upon the propriety of admitting the Protestants to an equality of rights with the Catholics, and that he had left in the middle of his empire these vigorous seeds of hatred and disaffection!

"She lost her only son at Neuve Chapelle," Buckham was saying quietly. "In a way, it was as tho I had lost a boy. She never cared for the man she married. He was a fine boy, sir. I you may remember the night I was taken ill in the pantry." "Is her husband still living?" "No, Mr. Spencer." "Do you ever think of going back and finding her?" "I have, sir. But I don't know.

Isabella Spencer was a wisp of a woman, with a pale, pretty face, uncertainly-colored, long-lashed grayish eyes, and great masses of dull, soft, silky brown hair. She had delicate aquiline features and a small, babyish red mouth. She looked as if a breath would sway her. The truth was that a tornado would hardly have caused her to swerve an inch from her chosen path.