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"You have searched the enclosure?" he faltered. "Every nook and corner," returned Sir Gavan. "Tennant, with a dozen men, is now beating the upper plantations." Constans thought guiltily of that cleverly concealed gap in the palisades just beyond the intake of the Ochre brook.
This morning, at sunrise, I despatched Thring and Nash to see if there is water in Hayward, Phillip, Bishop, Tennant, or Goodiar Creeks. If there is none I shall require to rest the horses for three days, and then push on for the Bonney. It is a very long distance, and only the very best of them will be able to do it. I feel a little better this morning, but still very weak.
The untidy table did not trouble her in the least; she was accustomed to things of that sort at home. She sat down, helped herself to a thick slice of bread-and-butter, and ate it, while burning thoughts filled her mind. "Have some tea. You haven't touched any," said Mrs. Tennant. "I'd rather have cold water, please," Kathleen replied. She went to the sideboard, filled a glass, and drank it off.
Why, the lady who has charge of you." "Mrs. Tennant? Oh, the dear tired one!" cried Kathleen. "She can never be cross, and I like her very much. Where is the lady?" she added, turning to the waiter. "She is in the hall, miss." Kathleen flew out, and before Mrs. Tennant, who was really feeling very angry, could prevent her, had flung her arms round her neck.
That horrid Alice Alice Tennant ran after me as I was leaving the house. I raced her across the common, and then to get rid of her I climbed up into an oak-tree. She never saw me, and ran on down the passage. Of course, my only chance of getting to the station was to go by the long way. Half-way there I came across your mother, Susy, and she tried to stop me, and said she must speak to me.
Many writers, from Tennant and Frere to Moultrie, have employed it in burlesque or more society verse; but Byron alone has employed it triumphantly, for he has made it the vehicle of thoughts grave as well as gay, of "black spirits and white, red spirits and grey," of sparkling fancy, bitter sarcasm, and tender memories.
Mrs. Tennant ran upstairs in some alarm. Kathleen had certainly flown. The disordered state of the room gave evidence of this; and then on a nearer view Mrs. Tennant found a tiny piece of paper pinned in conventional fashion to the pin-cushion. She took it up and read: "Gone to London to Aunt Katie O'Flynn." "Well, she is a naughty girl. How troublesome! I must follow her, of course," said Mrs.
Born a little quicker, more punctual and more alive than other people, he suffered fools not at all. He could not modify himself in any way; he was the same man in his nursery, his school and his office, the same man in church, club, city or suburbs. His ancestor of earliest memory was factor to Lord Bute, whose ploughman was Robert Burns, the poet. His grandson was my grandfather Tennant of St.
"I know you are kind, and you are very pretty." "Why, then, darling," said Kathleen, "is it the Blarney Stone you have kissed? You have a sweet little voice of your own, although it hasn't the dear touch of the brogue that I miss so in all the other girls." "But you like Miss Tennant don't you?" said Ruth. "Oh, yes. Poor little Alice!
One of these trees in Ceylon is said to be of very great antiquity, and according to Sir J. E. Tennant, "to it kings have even dedicated their dominions in testimony of their belief that it is a branch of the identical fig-tree under which Gotama Buddha reclined when he underwent his apotheosis."
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