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Old Catherine had long since gone off, yawning and blinking, to bed, and Cicely, half-asleep, nodded over the dying fire. Only her mother watched her, with eyes of loving scrutiny, and Annis smiled brightly as she kissed the careworn face. "I shall not cry myself to sleep to-night," she said, resolutely.
"She lieth at peace," interrupted the king, in a subdued voice. "I would not change it. How rich is this day in happiness! Ah, my Annis, thou shalt join thy sister soon thou'rt on thy way, and these be merciful friends that will not hinder."
"Nothing to look at and nothing to hear save the cracked bell of a dingy herald, who does not even ride a hobby-horse like the merry heralds of old. In truth, Master Prynne hath made good his own words when he holds that Christmas should be rather a day of mourning than one of rejoicing." "Not so thought my godfather, kind Master Breton," said Annis, thoughtfully.
"Oh, you're soaking," she said in dismay. "The idea of me letting you sit about in that state!" "That sleeve is the worst," said the skipper, whom circumstances had made artful. "It's all right here." He brushed his hand down his coat. "That's a good thing," said Annis politely. "Um, but not here," said the skipper, squeezing the lapel of his coat. Annis touched his coat lightly.
Ella, Hugh's wife, had been mistress of the mansion before the marriage of the old gentleman and Annis, and so continued to be, with Annis' full consent, but there was no jarring between them; they were congenial spirits, and enjoyed each other's society.
"I think I should like to look at some of the paintings in the Fine Arts Building, if you care to do so," replied Annis. "I should like nothing better," he returned; "so we will go there first." They spent all the morning there there were so many pictures worthy of long study that it was difficult to tear themselves away from any one of them. "'The return of the Mayflower," read Mr.
GEORGE ABBOT, the pioneer, born in 1615, emigrated from Yorkshire, England, about 1640, and was one of the first settlers and proprietors of Andover, in 1643. His house was a garrison for many years. In 1647, he married Hannah Chandler, daughter of William and Annis Chandler. They were industrious, economical, sober, pious, and respected.
"If you should ever run across him you might tell him that his wife and daughter Annis have been wanting news of him for five years, and that he's making all this trouble and fuss about a man who is as well and hearty as I am. Good-morning." The old man stopped abruptly, and taking his outstretched hand, drew a deep breath. "Tell him the man is alive?" he said in a trembling voice.
Glover," he said nervously. "I'll do that with pleasure," said Annis promptly. In spite of herself her lips quivered and her eyes danced. "I've loved you ever since the first time I saw you!" said Wilson with sudden vehemence. Utterly unprepared for this direct attack, Miss Gething had no weapon to meet it. The tables were turned, and reddening with confusion, she looked away and made no reply.
For, first, the greater number is generally composed of men of sluggish tempers, slow to act, and unwilling to attempt, and, by being in possession, are so disposed to peace that they are unwilling to take early and vigorous measures for their defence, and they are almost always caught unprepared: Nec coïere pares: alter vergentibus annis In senium, longoque togæ tranquillior usu.
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