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Come now, you Charles, this appears to be an honest, gentlemanly fellow give him your hand." "If Mr. Charles Holland," said Marchdale, "knows aught to my prejudice in any way, however slight, I here beg of him to declare it at once, and openly." "I cannot assert that I do," said Charles. "Then what the deuce do you make yourself so disagreeable for, eh?" cried the admiral.
"You will destroy your health, Connell, as well as your character; besides, you are not to be told that it is a sin, a crime against. God, and an evil example to society." "Show me the man, plase your honor, that ever seen me incapable. That's the proof o' the thing." "But why do you drink at all? It is not-necessary." "An' do you never taste a dhrop yourself, sir, plase your honor?
"Ay, boy, you found words to make yourself very plainly comprehended. But, let me ask ye, sir, have you been as intelligible to the girl?" "On my honor, no," exclaimed Duncan, warmly; "there would have been an abuse of a confided trust, had I taken advantage of my situation for such a purpose." "Your notions are those of a gentleman, Major Heyward, and well enough in their place.
Perhaps it would have been better for me if I had had to do more for myself." "Well, you are not a spoiled child, Dick," said Jack, "as some sons of rich parents are. You are not idle nor vicious, and you know the value of money. You will do for yourself when you leave school. You are going through a training now, that will do you good later."
'Oh! said the lad to the Troll, 'now I see what you mean to do with me. You want to crush me to death; so just go down yourself and look after the cracks and refts in the rock, and I'll stand up above. The Troll did not dare to do otherwise than the lad bade him, and the end of it was that the lad rolled down a great rock, which fell upon the Troll, and broke one of his thighs.
This is an end of forbearance and all the rest. I am going. You have made me hate you and despise you. I only hope that that some day you will despise yourself as much. But you won't," scornfully. "You are not that sort." The door closed. She was gone. Gone! And soon the next day at the latest she would have been gone for good. This WAS the end.
His quest brought him to Jason Philip Schimmelweis. “It’s a gold mine,” he said; “you work for an ideal, and you get something out of it for yourself. Ideals, incidentally, that are not profitable are idiotic.” With that he blew the smoke of his Havana cigar through his nose. Jason Philip understood. It was not necessary to flatter the leader and politician that was admittedly in him.
"I went to ask Bridget to marry me." "Oh Jimmy!" was the reproachful answer. "You needn't bother yourself," he explained. "She took the wind out of my sails by the announcement that she was affianced to old Faversham before I saw her face." "To Colonel Faversham!" cried Sybil. "Poor Carrissima!"
"So we came back to the Black Kloof, where I found Maurice quite well, and now he had better go on with the tale, for if I begin to tell you of our meeting I shall become foolish." "There isn't much more to tell," said Anscombe, "except about yourself.
You are the boy, and your barnetcy is the dressing-gownd. You dress yourself out finer than other chaps and they all begin to sault and hustle you; it's human nature, Barnet.
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