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"No; we have had that. Professor Spor, of Cambridge, is going to lecture on Bacteria if that's the way you pronounce it those mites that get into everything." "I should think it would be very improving. I'll tell Miss Benson that if she stays in Newport she must improve her mind,
"And have they discharged my cook poor, faithful Nancy? Is this so, Benson? Who has done it? How dare they!" cried Mabel, surprised and indignant. "Why did she not come to me? Has Nancy really gone?" "Yes, marm, I saw her myself go off to the city, with a bandbox under her arm, and a man behind, carrying her trunk." "But what was her offence?"
“I’ll be glad to have you, Mr. Benson,” replied Mr. Mayhew, turning toward the submarine boy. “Flood tide will be in in about two hours and a half, sir,” Benson followed up. “That ought to raise this vessel a good deal. Then, with the towboat Mr. Farnum has mentioned, and with such help as the engines of the submarines may give, together with your own engines, Mr.
Benson, by permission of the Court, examining two gentlemen of undoubted credit, who proved to his being at the time when the robbery was sworn in another place, he was acquitted, and a copy of his indictment ordered him.
"There is no use moving till morning," she said. "Then, just as soon as it's light, we'll catch a car into San Jose, rent a room, get a hot breakfast, and go to a drug store for the proper stuff for poulticing or whatever treatment's needed." "But Benson," Billy demurred. "I'll telephone him from town. It will only cost five cents. I saw he had, a wire.
Jack Benson dropped the big stone, though he stood over it. Like a flash his revolver came out again. Aiming at Millard, the young naval officer made frantic efforts to make the cylinder revolve. But the weapon proved to be hopelessly jammed. "Now, keep on volleying the youngster with until you have him down and wholly out!" yelled Millard, hoarsely. The air seemed filled with stones.
There's a scheme, too, to ruin Jack Benson but that's only a part of the bigger plot to discredit our company's boats with the Navy, sir." An expression of wonder crept into Mr. Mayhew's face. Then he looked thoughtful. "I'll see if I can hit upon a tactful way of questioning Truax," replied the naval officer, after a while. "And now, Mr. Benson, since you and Mr.
Ugly people would be unhappy, and would make others unhappy, in a world where everybody else is beautiful." "And all these oppressive and tyrannical laws," Benson continued. "How does he enforce them, without violence, actual or threatened?" Samuel started to say something about the Power of the Evil One; Paula, ignoring him, said: "I really don't know; he just does it.
He rose and went to the door, and then, apparently altering his mind, he returned to the window and watched the figure of his cousin as it moved slowly away into the moonlight. Then he rose again, and, for a long time, the room was empty. It was empty when Mrs. Benson came in some time later to say good-night to her son on her way to bed.
Nor do I see any escape from the same writer's conclusion that, although Paul besought Philemon to treat Onesimus as a brother, "this very recommendation, full of affection as it is, virtually recognises the moral rights of Philemon to the services of his slave." Mr. Benson apparently feels this himself. "Christian tradition," he says, "declares that Philemon at once set Onesimus free."
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