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Second by second it was becoming more and more difficult and seemingly more ungracious to return a gift so graciously given, a gift of no inconsiderable intrinsic value. Moreover, Mr. Flint had ingeniously contrived almost to make the act, in Austen's eyes, that of a picayune upstart. Who was he to fling back an annual pass in the face of the president of the Northeastern Railroads?
"He told me a very interesting thing about you," she continued slowly, with her eye upon. Austen's profile. "He said that a great many men wanted you to be their candidate for governor of the State, more than you had any idea of, and that you wouldn't consent. Mr. Redbrook grew so enthusiastic that he forgot, for the moment, my relationship to the railroad.
But early in 1890 Tennyson suffered from a severe attack of influenza. In May Mr Watts painted his portrait, and "Divinely through all hindrance found the man." Tennyson was a great admirer of Miss Austen's novels: "The realism and life-likeness of Miss Austen's Dramatis Personae come nearest to those of Shakespeare.
Tooting often the first. But one evening Mr. Tooting waited until the force had gone, and entered Austen's room with his hand outstretched. "Put her there, Aust," he said. Austen put her there. "I've been exercisin' my thinker some the last few months," observed Mr. Tooting, seating himself on the desk. "Aren't you afraid of nervous prostration, Ham?" "Say," exclaimed Mr.
Apparently some of the aspects of this now significant omission on Austen's part were beginning to dawn on Tom. "I don't believe that," said Tom, "you can't expect me to sit here and look at you and believe that. How long has he known you?" "I saw him once or twice last summer, at Leith," said Victoria, now wavering between laughter and exasperation.
It was this silence and this attitude which proclaimed itself that angered Mr. Flint, yet made him warily conceal his anger and change his attack. "It is some years since we met, Mr. Vane," he remarked presently. Austen's face relaxed into something of a smile. "Four, I think," he answered. "You hadn't long been back from that Western experience.
There must, however, have been some lifelike presentment of my characters, or they could not have been recognised. About this time I read and appreciated Jane Austen's novels those exquisite miniatures, which no doubt her contemporaries identified without much interest. Her circle was as narrow as mine indeed, narrower. She was the daughter of a clergyman in the country.
"No," said Euphrasia, determinedly. "Hilary will have to send for him. This time it'll be Austen's victory." "But hasn't he had a victory?" Victoria persisted earnestly. "Isn't this victory enough?" "What do you mean?" Euphrasia cried sharply. "I mean," she answered, in a low voice, "I mean that Mr. Vane's son is responsible for his condition to-day. Oh not consciously so.
I have had a talk with Dr. Tredway," he added gently, "and I realize that you are risking your life. If I could take you back to Ripton I would, but I know that I cannot. I see your point of view, and if I were in your place I should do the same thing. I only wanted to tell you this " Austen's voice caught a little, "if anything should happen, I shall be at Mrs.
"What do you think of that?" Tom demanded. "Now, what do you think of it?" "I think," said Austen, "that he'll scare the life out of the Northeastern before he gets through with them." "What!" exclaimed Tom, incredulously. He had always been willing to accept Austen's judgment on men and affairs, but this was pretty stiff. "What makes you think so?" "Well, people don't know Mr.
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