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In harmony with their surroundings, the buildings, too, are French, of florid, festival style. The Palace of Horticulture, Bakewell and Brown, architects, is the largest and most splendid of the garden structures. The ornamentation of this palace is the most florid of any building in the Exposition proper. Yet this opulence is not inappropriate.
I asked no more than payment and apology; and that I'd ha' taken content always provided my witnesses weren't tampered with. Now you must stand yer luck, all o' ye." Richard stood up and replied, "Very well, Mr. Blaize." "And if," continued the farmer, "Tom Bakewell don't drag you into't after 'm, why, you're safe, as I hope ye'll be, sincere!"
Then it'll be just a step, past the church and the manse and the Bakewell cottage, and we'll turn in at The Beeches, and the fun will begin." Betty turned to Gay. "That doesn't sound very exciting or especially interesting to a stranger, but, oh, Gay, the Valley is so dear when you once get to know it.
I say, young gentleman, have you spoke to this chap before now?" "I?" replied Richard. "I have not seen him before." Farmer Blaize grasped the two arms of the chair he sat on, and glared his doubts. "Come," said he to the Bantam, "speak out, and ha' done wi't. Say what ye saw, and none o' yer thoughts. Damn yer thoughts! Ye saw Tom Bakewell fire that there rick!"
"These agricultural gentlemen, I repeat, are delicate customers to deal with. For my part I would prefer being in the hands of a policeman. We are decidedly collared by Blaize. What were his words, Ricky? Give it in his own Doric." "He said he would transport Tom Bakewell." Adrian smoothed his palms, and smiled again. Then they could afford to defy Mr.
And now that I meet a good one, it is my misfortune." "Your misfortune, Lord Mountfalcon?" "Yes, and I might say more." His lordship held impressively mute. "How strange men are!" thought Lucy. "He had some unhappy secret." Tom Bakewell, who had a habit of coming into the room on various pretences during the nobleman's visits, put a stop to the revelation, if his lordship intended to make any.
Tom Bakewell heard him murmur to himself according to a habit he had; and his air of rather succulent patronage as he walked or sat beside the innocent Beauty, with his head thrown back and a smile that seemed always to be in secret communion with his marked abdominal prominence, showed that she was gaining part of what she played for.
From Matlock Baths you go over Matlock Bridge, to the little town of Matlock itself, which, in reality, scarcely deserves the name of a village, as it consists of but a few and miserable houses. There is here, on account of the baths, a number of horses and carriages, and a great thoroughfare. From hence I came through some villages to a small town of the name of Bakewell.
Nevertheless we may infer that this process, continued during centuries, would improve and modify any breed, in the same way as Bakewell, Collins, etc., by this very same process, only carried on more methodically, did greatly modify, even during their lifetimes, the forms and qualities of their cattle.
She wished him to know that she had been assured of his absence before she came to the place, and accordingly began by observing, that his arrival had been very unexpected "for your housekeeper," she added, "informed us that you would certainly not be here till to-morrow; and indeed, before we left Bakewell, we understood that you were not immediately expected in the country."
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