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She laid her hand on it, however, and turned to him a very sad and entreating face. "I think you had better not, Philip," she said. "It will be very hot in Martinstown to-day. I am obliged to go on a piece of business for my father. I am going to see Mr. Spens, our lawyer, and I may be with him for some time. It would be stupid for you to wait outside with the pony. Pete had better come with me.
Now I am coming to the second part of my story. A week ago Mr. Spens had a letter from Messrs. Dawson & Blake to say that they had sold their mortgage on the Firs to a stranger a man who had plenty of money, but who had taken a fancy to the Firs, and who wished to get it cheap." The squire sat upright on his chair. "Mr.
We two learned to perform the ballad of Sir Patrick Spens very acceptably, but Miss Susan abandoned the copartnership when I insisted that we proceed to the sprightly ditty beginning, Life's short hours too fast are hasting Sweet amours cannot be lasting. My physician, Dr.
"It's mair than me and Peter'll do, then," said Spens, who had been consulting with the other farmer. "We're gaun as straucht hame as the darkness 'll let us." With few more words the Session parted, Spens and Tosh setting off for their farms, and Hendry accompanying the precentor. No one will ever know where Dow went. I can fancy him, however, returning to the wood, and there drawing rein.
During this time she was thinking deeply so deeply that she forgot the man who was waiting outside she forgot everything but the great and terrible fact that, notwithstanding all her care and all her toil, beggary was staring them in the face. "I will see Mr. Spens," she said at last, slowly: "it is not likely that I shall be able to do much. If you have mortgaged the Firs to this client of Mr.
I know no higher specimens of poetic style, considering the subject, and the belief of the time about them, than may be found in many of our old ballads. How many poets are there in England now, who could have written "The Twa Bairns," or "Sir Patrick Spens?" How many such histories as old William of Malmesbury, in spite of all his foolish monk miracles?
Is that a licht?" "It'll be in Nanny Webster's," Hendry said, after they had all regarded the light. "I never heard that Nanny needed a candle to licht her to her bed," the precentor muttered. "She was awa to meet Sanders the day as he came out o' the Tilliedrum gaol," Spens remembered, "and I daresay the licht means they're hame again."
The misfortune, which came like a sudden crash upon Frances, he had been long prepared for. Only last week Mr. Spens had told him that he might expect some such letter as had been put into his hands that morning. He had been a little nervous while breaking his news to Frances a little nervous and a little cross.
A heartless, selfish hypochondriac! even her nieces will scarcely stay in the house with her. I think she would get you cheap at a thousand a year, Miss Kane; but you must be joking." "I am in earnest," responded Frances. "Please don't make it harder for me, Mr. Spens. I know what I am undertaking. Will you please tell your client that I can pay him his interest?
Toward Caddam, nevertheless, they advanced, hearing nothing but a distant wind and the whish of their legs in the broom. "Whaur's John Spens?" Hendry said suddenly. They turned back and found Spens rooted to the ground, as a boy becomes motionless when he thinks he is within arm's reach of a nest and the bird sitting on the eggs. "What do you see, man?" Hendry whispered.
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