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Updated: May 6, 2025
'Yes, we belong for ever. It's very nice. She squeezed his arm. The kindly darkness hid them both, and, emboldened because he could only just see the profile of Maisie's cheek with the long lashes veiling the gray eyes, Dick at the front door delivered himself of the words he had been boggling over for the last two hours.
At our first meeting after you left town, he cleared away all my doubts about his sincerity; and I dare swear we shall never have the least misunderstanding again, nor do I believe he will ever take any distinct counsel in future. Relative to your affair he has not the shade of an objection remaining, and is only anxious that you may not take amiss his boggling at first.
"Oh you just sort of scented it in the air, I suppose sort of saw it coming." "Every woman can tell when a man is in l-love with her," explained Susie, with dignity, but boggling a little at the crucial word. "What did you tell him, dad?" "I told him to take you and welcome." "Now, dad, you mustn't tease!"
My impression is, that Lee's movement on the Upper Potomac is a cover for a cavalry-raid on the south side of the river.... We cannot go boggling around until we know what we are going after." Such was the first result of Lee's daring movement to transfer military operations to the region north of the Potomac.
You are too raw, I'll wager, to be of any help; and boggling I detest." "Indeed, sir," I broke in, now thoroughly anger'd, "I can use the small sword as well as another." "Tush! Try him, Jacques." Jacques, still wearing a stolid face, brought his weapon to the guard. Stung to the quick, I wheel'd round, and made a lunge or two, that he put aside as easily as though I were a babe.
But the first time he went to see the horse in the stable, she trampled on him and he was laid up for weeks." "Like mistress, like mare? Excuse the jest! But now, may I know the name of the prophetess?" "She was a Miss Blanchflower," said the Swedish lady, boggling a little over the name. "Her father had been a governor of one of your colonies." Winnington started forward in his chair.
Through the foe's fierce firing bid me ride, Through fathomless Rhine, in his roaring flow, Where ev'ry third man to the devil may go, At no bar will you find me boggling there; But, farther than this, 'tis my special prayer, That I may not be bothered with aught like care. SERGEANT. If this be your wish, you needn't lack it, 'Tis granted to all with the soldier's jacket.
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