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The air was fine; the sky was clear without a cloud; and the spice of autumn flavored everything. Along the roadside blackberry vines were turning scarlet, and here and there in the distance a flaming branch proclaimed the approach of a frosty wooing. One could not ask anything better on such a day than to be speeding along this white velvet road in the great blue car with two beloved children.
Grind or beat to powder an equal quantity of cloves and allspice, and having mixed them together, rub them well into the beef with your hand. The spice will be found a great improvement both to the taste and smell of the meat. Have ready a pickle made precisely as that in the preceding article. Keep the beef in the pickle at least six weeks, and then smoke it about three weeks.
"You get more insufferable every day. Take the little brute with you and shut him up or drown him!" Tessa came forward with an insolent shrug. There was more than a spice of defiance in her bearing. "I don't suppose I can catch him," she said. "But I'll try."
Let it boil two hours; A little before you take it up, put in a few Marygold-flowers; and so season it with what Spice you please, and serve them up both with sippets.
He had wanted the element of danger as a spice for his hunting, and he had most certainly found it. He had been near death often, but never nearer than when the old bull plunged against him. He rose slowly and painfully, shook himself several times to throw off as well as he could the effect of his heavy jolt, then picked up his rifle at one point and his pistol at another.
They follow one another month after month, and infuse into the collector's life the irresistible charm of novelty, and every now and again an emergency issue comes as a surprise. There is a scramble for possession, and a spice of speculation in the possibility, never absent from a makeshift and emergency issue, that the copies may be scarce, and may some day ripen into rarity. Its Permanence.
Ellen burst into a gleeful laugh: "You think you do; but you don't," she informed her friend, with a spice of malice. "Your case was entirely different from mine, my dear: You were perfectly crazy over Wesley Elliot; I was only in love with being in love." Fanny looked sweetly mystified and a trifle piqued withal. "I wanted to have a romance to be madly in love," Ellen explained. "Oh, you know!
"Do you know anything of the far West?" he asked. "Report gives out that it is a marvellous region." Byle had a spice of mischief in his composition. He could not resist a humorous impulse to gull a credulous foreigner. "Maybe I can give you some curious facts not generally known. I'm a sort of bookworm myself. I've nosed the Coon Skin Library.
In a pleasant sense he is acutely aware of himself, and he does not dislike to know that you feel his quality. Still again, he is bound to spice his writing. Were it his lot to report events on the Day of Judgment, I believe the Argus account would be thought too highly colored by many persons of good taste.
"All the world knows Louis," she continued. "A smoother-tongued rascal never breathed." "Louis," I murmured, "would be flattered." "Louis knows himself," she continued, "and he knows that others know him. When I saw monsieur with him I was sorry." "You are very kind," I said, "to take so much interest." She looked at me, for the first time, with some spice of coquetry in her eyes.
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