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I had hitherto written but twice to Lady Ellinor during my exile, once upon the marriage of Fanny with Lord Castleton, which took place about six months after I sailed from England, and again when thanking her husband for some rare animals, equine, pastoral, and bovine, which he had sent as presents to Bolding and myself.
"A bumper-toast to the health of the future millionnaire whom I present to you in my nephew and sole heir, Pisistratus Caxton, Esq. Mr. "'Let the bumper-toast go round." Guy Bolding. "Hip, hip, hurrah! three times three! What fun!" Order is restored; dinner-things are cleared; each gentleman lights his pipe. Vivian. "What news from England?" Mr. Bullion. "As to the Funds, sir?" Mr. Speck.
On a plain between blockhouses 800 yards apart, exposed to an incessant cross-fire, all the burghers passed the line, in broad daylight, without receiving so much as a scratch. Some horses were shot down, others were wounded, but the men crossed safely. Some distance from the line Lieutenant Bolding was wounded mortally.
But Roland, the old soldier, had so many practical instructions to give, could so help me in the choice of the outfit and the preparations for the voyage, that I could not refuse his companionship to the last. Guy Bolding, who had gone to take leave of his father, was to join me in town, as well as my humbler Cumberland colleagues.
"I didn't say he could PAINT; I said he knew how to earn $4,000 in three months painting portraits." "He never painted a portrait worth four cents. Why, I knew " "Dry up, Munson!" interrupted Jack. "Go on, Waller, tell us how he did it." "By using some horse-sense and a little tact; getting in with the procession and bolding his cud up," retorted Waller, in a solemn tone. "Give him room!
Vivian, Mr. Bolding, on the one side; Major MacBlarney, Mr. Bullion, Mr. Emanuel Speck, on the other. Major MacBlarney is a fine, portly man, with a slight Dublin brogue, who squeezes your hand as he would a sponge. Mr. Bullion, reserved and haughty, wears green spectacles, and gives you a forefinger. Mr.
I had enough to do in sundry small orders for my voyage, and commissions for Bolding, to occupy me some hours. And, this business done, I found myself moving westward; mechanically, as it were, I had come to a kind of half-and-half resolution to call upon Lady Ellinor and question her, carelessly and incidentally, both about Gower and the new servant admitted to the household.
But Roland, the old soldier, had so many practical instructions to give, could so help me in the choice of the outfit and the preparations for the voyage, that I could not refuse his companionship to the last. Guy Bolding, who had gone to take leave of his father, was to join me in town, as well as my humbler Cumberland colleagues.
It is to be presumed that he wished them to be there without the benefit of diving-dresses! "It is curious, however," continued Mr Hazlit, "that I had been thinking this very morning about making inquiries after a diver, one whom I have frequently heard spoken of as an exceedingly able and respectable man Balding or Bolding or some such name, I think." "Oh!
Do you know, Guy, I think we shall have no scab in the fold this year. If so, there will be a rare sum to lay by! Things look up with us now, Guy." Guy Bolding. "Yes. Very different from the first two years. You drew a long face then. How wise you were, to insist on our learning experience at another man's station before we hazarded our own capital!
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