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Updated: June 22, 2025
The mere sound of your breath is enough to set the neighbourhood wondering. Could I ever have been burdened with a more French Frenchman, though you speak as good English as I do?" "It was all of that miserable Cheray," the French gentleman said, when they sat in the kitchen, and Jerry Bowles was feeding the fine black horse.
Did I tell you I had taken the contract to develop all the amateur photographic films for Baker & Bowles? I saw them about it the other day. They have an awful time getting it done right and they knew I had done a lot of that work for school, so they asked me to try. Of course I couldn't let such a chance slip and since I can do it at night I accepted. It will take only one or two evenings a week.
Lady Deppingham had just been guilty of a most astounding piece of foolhardiness, and he was discussing it with the Enemy. She had forced her horse to leap across a narrow fissure in the volcano the day before. Falling, she would have gone to her death three hundred feet below. "She must be an out and out lunatic," the Enemy had said. Britt looked quickly at Miss Pelham and Mr. Bowles.
Bowles said he ought to go away on business for a few days, and asked her if she would feel safe to stay with me and the children, or if he should ask his brother to come and sleep in the house. "'No, indeed! said Mrs. Bowles. 'I shall feel as safe with Nora as if I had a regiment in the house; a good deal safer! she added, and laughed. "So it was settled, and the next day Mr.
I did not hear of her intending to come over again." "I beg your pardon," said another officer; "she will come again to so good a market, to marry her other daughter. I hear she said or swore that she will marry the young widow, Lady Isabel, to an Irish nobleman." "Whatever she says, she swears, and whatever she swears, she'll do," replied Bowles.
Away darted Miss Bowles up the terraces, leaping from step to step like an old greyhound till she seized on Isabel, and giving her a light shake, bore her back in triumph, much to the terror of both children and the astonishment of the widow, who stood regarding them from the upper terrace in impatient wrath; while the Judge softly rubbed his hands and wondered what would come next.
Can you tell me whether or not Colonel Blount is at home this morning?" "Well, suh," said Jim Bowles, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "He ah, an' he ain't. He's home, o' co'se; that is, he hain't gone away no whah, to co'te er nothin'. But then ag'in, he's out huntin', gone afteh b'ah. I reckon he's likely to be in 'most any day now." "'Most any day?" "Yessah. You better go on up to the house.
"What's all that soft-sawder about?" said Tom Bowles, somewhat falteringly. "Simply this: if in the fight between us I beat you, I ask you to promise before your neighbours that you will not by word or deed molest or interfere again with Miss Jessie Wiles." "Eh!" roared Tom. "Is it that you are after her?"
But in her brief and colourless letters she repeated the same bald statements in the same few terms. She was well, she had been "round" with Bertha Shallum, she had dined with the Jim Driscolls or May Beringer or Dicky Bowles, the weather was too lovely or too awful; such was the gist of her news.
All that day the launch continued to scud before the gale; getting pooped so often that it was the work of two men to keep her free of water. Toward evening Mr Bowles came aft, reporting himself "all ataunto" once more, and ready to resume duty.
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