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I think 'beautiful' is the word you want." Mr. Birch's face lighted with a smile. "Thank you, that is the word," he said. The captain stirred his chopped chicken into his cream sauce with the air of a chef. "Now here you are," he said.
Even Cecil, whom he believed his capital enemy, treated him with regard and humanity. * Sidney's Letters, vol. ii. p. 200. Sidney's Letters, vol. ii. p. 200, 201. * Birch's Memoirs, vol. ii. p. 454. Camden, p 626, 627. "But however," added he, "in confidence of her majesty's mercy, I agree with the rest."
* Cox, p. 421. Birch's Memoirs, vol. ii. p. 430. Cox, p. 421. He marched, however, with this small army; but was soon sensible, that in so advanced a season, it would be impossible for him to effect any thing against an enemy who, though superior in number, was determined to avoid every decisive action.
With the perspiration dripping from me one afternoon, I whirled and drove the keen axe into a silver birch's side, seldom turning my eyes from the shower of white chips, because looking up between the slender stems one could see the black smoke of a thrasher streaking the prairie.
* Birch's Memoirs, vol. ii. p. 471. The infanta and the archduke Albert had made some advances to the queen for peace; and Boulogne, as a neutral town, was chosen for the place of conference.
Even Justin but Justin was only twelve his dreams could wait. His was the only face in the group which remained placid during the moments succeeding Mr. Birch's mention of the astonishing fact about the income.
Birch's Memoirs vol. ii. p. 464. State Trials Bacon, vol. iv. p. 542, 543.
I have never met the late Mr. Thomas Cribb, but I have no doubt should have regarded him with the same feeling of awe with which I look every day at George Champion, the Cock of Dr. Birch's school.
Cancut, in his previous visit, had seen a disappearance of bear. No sooner had the birch's bow touched lightly upon the shore than we seized our respective weapons, Iglesias his peaceful and creative sketch-book, I my warlike and destructive gun, and dashed up the hill-side. I made for the barns to catch Bruin napping or lolling in the old hay. I entertain a vendetta toward the ursine family.
Birch's face once more, and as she put up her arms to her tall son, in the little state-room, she seemed to him all at once so small and frail that he could not endure to see her go away from them all, facing even the remote possibility that in the new land she might fail to find again her old vigour. It had to be done, however.
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