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In return she told him of her capture, of the awful experiences in the cave, and of the threats which had driven her almost to the end of endurance. "Oh, oh, I could love you forever for this!" she cried in the fulness of her joy. A rapturous smile flew to Bonner's eyes. "Forever begins with this instant, Miss Gray," he said; and without any apparent reason the two shook hands.
Clodd and Bonner's clerk, at Clodd's expense. The residue worked out at eleven hundred and sixty-nine pounds and a few shillings. Postwhistle, of Rolls Court, of ten, presented by the promoter; Mr. Postwhistle's first floor front, of one, paid for by poem published in the first number: "The Song of the Pen." Choosing a title for the paper cost much thought.
Altogether it was a most uninviting hole, in which no self-respecting ghost would have made its home. When the time came to climb up to the little garret Bonner's followers rebelled. He was compelled to go alone, carrying the lantern, which one of the small boys had found. This part of the house was even more loathsome than below, and it would be impossible to describe its condition.
Of the six who came under Bonner's examination on the 8th February 1555, Foxe affirms that the Bishop of London sentenced them the day after they were charged, and killed them out of hand without mercy, "such quick speed these men could make in dispatching their business at once" a terrible indictment if there were a shadow of truth in it.
The general looked back. Down in front of the log barracks Bonner's company, in fatigue dress, had formed ranks, and the sergeants were distributing ammunition. Across the parade, the verandas of the Mess and office buildings were deserted, but one or two men stood staring toward the invisible plant of the trader.
He employed some courtly eloquence, better unrecorded; but if her firm resolution perplexed him, it threw a strange halo round the youth from whom it sprang. The hour was now eleven, and the Countess thought it full time to retire to her entrenchment in Mrs. Bonner's chamber. She had great things still to do: vast designs were in her hand awaiting the sanction of Providence.
The Bishop pulled Hooper's books on the Sacrament from his sleeve and began reading them aloud. Latimer lifted up his head, as he alleged, to still the excitement of the people who crowded the chapel; as Bonner believed, to arouse a tumult. Cries of "Yea, yea," "Nay, nay," interrupted Bonner's reading. The Bishop turned round and faced the throng, crying out in humorous defiance, "Ah! Woodcocks!
Wicker Bonner, late of Harvard, what had brought them from Tinkletown to the haunted house, and what they had seen upon their arrival. Young Bonner's face glowed with the joy of excitement. "Great!" he cried, fastening his happy eyes upon the hated thing among the trees. "Let's search the place. By George, this is glorious!" "Not on your life!" said Ed Higgins. "You can't get me inside that house.
Him say, 'NEE-AL, NEE-AL, all time him say, 'NEE-AL. Then I say that um name. So um name all time Nee-al." Never did sound more blessed fall upon Neil Bonner's ear than that lie from Jees Uck's lips. It was the cue, and he knew there was reason for Kitty's untroubled brow. "And his father?" Kitty asked. "He must be a fine man." "Oo-a, yes," was the reply. "Um father fine man. Sure!"
Bonner's cottage. "The post's come in since you went, Mr. Alston," said Mrs. Bonner, "and there's a letter for you." It was a bulky envelope from Hurst Dormer. There was a note from Mrs. Morrisey, to say that everything was going as it should go, and she enclosed all the letters that had come by post. And the first letter that Hugh opened was one on pink paper, delicately scented.
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