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Ashton, "that your little daughter has learned another hymn to sing for you, and she would like to sing it to you before you return to the store, if it will not detain you too long." "Is that so?" said Mr. Aston. "Then, by all means, papa must hear it."
Aston, the secretary, communicated a letter from Newton in which he expressed his willingness "to enter in the register his notions about motion, and his intentions to fit them suddenly for the press."
"By the way," he said presently, "I've not bought a car yet. That boy of yours seems to know something about them. Do you think he could be trusted to choose one for me?" "Perfectly." Aymer's tone was completely impartial, and Peter ruminated over his next remark a moment. "You still mean him to stick to his Road Engineering?" "He is perfectly free to do as he likes." Charles Aston put in a word.
Nevil Aston was at thirty-two a brilliant essayist and rising historian, and there was a magnificent library at Marden which he professed to find useful in his work. He also was wont to say "Marden was an excellent place in which to work, but a far better place in which to play." He himself did both in turn.
Ford, Mr. Morton, and Mr. Aston. Evidence for the Prosecution. Dr. ANTHONY ADDINGTON examined I attended Mr. Blandy in his last illness. When were you called to him the first time? On Saturday evening, August the 10th. In what condition did you find him?
George Weston, my old pippin, who ever thought of turning you up in London!" "Harry Ashton! my old school-chum, how are you?" and the two friends shook hands with a heartiness that surprised the passers-by. "Where ever have you been to, all these long years, George?" said Aston; "only fancy, we have never seen each other since that day we were playing hockey at dear old Dr.
That proverb was justified sadly enough at North Aston, for typhus set in among the low-lying cottages, and, as in olden times, when jail-fever struck the lawyer at the bar and the judge on the bench in stern protest against the foulness they fostered, so now the sins of the wealthy landlords in suffering such cottages as these in the bottom to exist reacted on their own class, and the fever entered other dwellings beside those of the peasants.
"I'm awfully sorry," he said with much contrition, "but I can't keep my temper over Peter. Has he improved?" "Not a bit. He doesn't hurt, father, he's too big," he paused a moment, "he saw Christopher." Mr. Aston gave Aymer a scrutinising glance. "It was unavoidable, I suppose." "I did not try to stop it." "And the result?"
There were few days when he did not contrast the old times with the new, and gaze for a moment across the big gulf that separated Christopher Aston from little Jim Hibbault and the quiet woman absorbed in a struggle for existence in an unfriendly world. He occasionally spoke of his mother to Mr.
The conversation that night was more than usually animated, and was carried on with much propriety and intelligence. Walsh led a discussion on the folly of the Corporation in refusing to buy a portion of Aston Park, including the Hall, which had been offered to them, as he said, "dirt cheap."
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