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George Bowring had been seven years with me at the fine old school of Shrewsbury, and trod on my heels from form to form so closely that, when I became at last the captain of the school, he was second to me.
We have to make special calls on the Carter Halls, Dr. Bowring, and the Pringles, and are to be introduced to their ramifications of acquaintance. Allan Cunningham, L. E. L., and Thomas Roscoe we are sure to see. In Miss Landon's now forgotten novel, Romance and Reality, there is a little sketch of Mary Howitt as she appeared at a literary soiree, during her brief visit to London.
She had meant to tell her mother something of what had happened, in the hope of being told that she had done right in not revealing her presence. But on second thoughts she resolved to say nothing about it. To have told the story would have seemed like betraying a confidence, even though they were strangers to her. "I could not help wondering about them this afternoon," said Mrs. Bowring.
But when Borrow contrives to hear more of the old china collector and of Isopel also from the jockey, and shuffles about the postillion, Murtagh, the Man in Black, and Platitude, and introduces Sir John Bowring for punishment, he makes "The Romany Rye" much inferior to "Lavengro."
He had a considerable reputation as a linguist, which naturally attracted Borrow to him. Dr Bowring was told of Borrow's accomplishments, and during the evening took a seat beside him.
For instance, there was the murder of old Thayer, the rich miser in East Sixteenth Street. It was the sensation in all the newspapers for two weeks. Then they dropped it as an unsolvable mystery. Cumnock persuaded Mr. Bowring to let him keep on.
Dr Bowring had some time previously requested the editor of The Edinburgh Review to allow him to review Lavengro; but no notice ever appeared. In all probability he realised the impossibility of writing about a book in which he and his family appeared in such an unpleasant light.
Now, my dear boy, you aren't a bit better than your father, and that pretty Clare Bowring looks as though she would never forgive anybody who did anything she didn't like. Have you asked her to marry you?" "Good heavens, no!" cried Brook. "She wouldn't look at me!" "Wouldn't look at you? That's simply ridiculous, you know! She'd marry you out of hand unless she's perfectly idiotic.
Yes this is your daughter Brook introduced me. Excuse me I'll get round to my place again. Shall we meet after luncheon?" "If you like," said Mrs. Bowring in a constrained tone. "By all means," she added nervously. "My dear," said Sir Adam, speaking across the table to his wife, "let me introduce you to my old friend Mrs.
Dr. Bowring was not an official to be deterred from expressing his opinions by fear of headquarters. He sent home his view of the situation, expressed in very clear and intelligible language.
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