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Bailey, a storekeeper, and Mr. Beane, the Groveton lawyer. Miss Sprague entered the bank and went up to the little window presided over by the paying-teller. "Is Squire Duncan in the bank?" she asked. "Yes, Miss Sprague." "I would like to speak with him." "That is impossible. He is presiding at a directors' meeting." "Still, I would like to see him," persisted Melinda.
Hither comes Major Tolhurst, one of my old acquaintance in Cromwell's time, and sometimes of our clubb, to see me, and I could do no less than carry him to the Mitre, and having sent for Mr. Beane, a merchant, a neighbour of mine, we sat and talked, Tolhurst telling me the manner of their collierys in the north. We broke up, and I home to dinner.
"Why, if you desired a place of safe-keeping for your box, did you not select the bank vaults?" Roland Reed laughed, and glanced at the presiding justice. "It might have been stolen," he said. "Does the box contain documents of value?" "The contents are valuable to me, at any rate." "Mr. Beane," said Squire Duncan, irritably, "I think you are treating the witness too indulgently.
What boy's that? why, we could tell him then, and if he said: `Send him away' " "Yes, and what then, Joe?" cried Mrs Corporal excitedly. "Why then," said Joe, "we should have to obey orders." "Ah, and he mightn't say that, Joe, as he's such a nice little fellow." "Course, he mightn't," replied Joe. "Hah!" ejaculated Mrs Corporal Beane, and she said no more.
We found also in their tents a Guiny Beane of redde colour, the which doth vsually grow in the hote Countreys: whereby it appeareth they trade with other nations which dwell farre off, or else themselues are great trauellers. The women carry their sucking children at their backes, and doe feede them with raw flesh, which first they do a little chaw in their owne mouths.
"Don't be troubled, mother," said Luke. "We both know that I am innocent, and I rely on God to stand by me." "Luke," said Mr. Beane, "though I am a bank trustee, I am your friend and believe you innocent. I will act as your lawyer." "Thank you, Mr. Beane. I shall be very glad to accept your services." The preliminary proceedings were of a formal character.
"What boy's that, my good woman?" "Mine, sir," said Mrs Beane huskily. "Indeed? Is that the little fellow who was found in the burned village?" "Yes, sir," faltered the woman, as she gazed in the Colonel's stern frowning countenance. "Humph!" he ejaculated, and drew rein for the rear of the regiment to file past.
Also they vsed to prepare for themselues a certeine kind of meate, of the which if they receiued but so much as amounted to the quantitie of a beane, they would thinke themselues satisfied, and féele neither hunger nor thirst. The one halfe of the Ile or little lesse was subiect vnto the Romans, the other was gouerned of themselues, the people for the most part hauing the rule in their hands.
I'm cooking 'em to make 'em taste like chicken, and it's time they were all back to mess. Which way did my old man go?" "Climbed up yonder. Said he knowed there'd be a house up somewheres there." "And why didn't you go with him, sir?" said Mrs Corporal Beane. "Might have found a melon or some oranges." "Not me," grumbled the boy. "Frenchies don't leave nothing: hungry beggars. Murd'rin' wermin.
Thei did were garmentes of linnen, euer cleane wasshed, and white: and shoes of a certeine kinde of russhes, named Papyrus, whiche aftre became stuffe, to geue name to our paper. They neither sette beane their selues, ne eate them where soeuer they grewe: ne the priest may not loke vpon a beane, for that it is iudged an vncleane puls.
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