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He was a perfect dungeon of books; but he wrote as well as read, which has never been a usual practice in his University. Wood was born in 1632, in one of the old houses opposite Merton, perhaps in the curious ancient hall which has been called Beham, Bream, and Bohemiae Aula, by various corruptions of the original spelling.
The idea of anyone marrying Bream Mortimer, I mean." "Let me tell you he is a thoroughly estimable young man." "And there you put the whole thing in a nutshell. Your daughter is a girl of spirit. She would hate to be tied for life to an estimable young man." "She will do as I tell her." Sam regarded him sternly. "Have you no regard for her happiness?"
"We don't need to mind that bell, having our boat alongside," said the missionary to Captain Bream, as they stood a little to one side silently contemplating the scene. "You see that smart young officer in uniform, close to the cabin skylight?" "Yes." "That's the captain." "Indeed. He seems to me very young to have charge of such a vessel." "Not so young as he looks," returned the other.
In the centre a small opening was left, so as to relieve the pressure when the water began to rise. Some few hundred yards further up were a chain of water-holes, some of which were deep, and in all of which, as I knew by experience, were plenty of fish bream, perch, and a species of grayling.
"It will revive you, my dear sir," he said, as the captain stood in silence at his side with his head bowed down. "The disappointment must indeed be great. Don't give up hope, however. But your clothes are wet still. No wonder you shiver, having gone about so long in damp garments. Come away." Captain Bream yielded in silence.
I gathered a mess of oysters and mussels here, while a native with hook and line, and with mussels for bait, fished from a point of detached rocks for bream, landing several good-sized ones. The fisherman's nephew, a lad about seven years old, deserves mention as the tallest blasphemer, for a short boy, that I met on the voyage.
Billie switched on the head-lights and turned the car down the dark drive. She was feeling thoroughly upset. Her idealistic nature had received a painful shock on the discovery of the yellow streak in Bream. To call it a yellow streak was to understate the facts. It was a great belt of saffron encircling his whole soul.
He's at Dr. Bream's private hospital in West Kensington. 'Ah, yes, said Sir Jasper. 'Dr. Bream is treating him. He's not a patient of mine. 'I thought I'd ask you what his chances are, observed Isidore Bamberger, fixing his sharp eyes on the famous doctor's face. 'He used to be my private secretary. He might just as well have examined the back of the doctor's head.
"Oh, don't talk like a parrot," cried Billie. "It reminds me of Bream." "But will you?" "Yes," said Billie. Sam brought the car to a standstill with a jerk, probably very bad for the tyres. "Did you say 'yes'?" "Yes!" "Darling!" said Sam, leaning towards her. "Oh, curse this helmet!" "Why?" "Well, I rather wanted to kiss you and it hampers me." "Let me try and get it off. Bend down!"
Bream Mortimer, who had been aroused by the orchestrion and who had come out to see what was the matter, had gone away at the rate of fifty miles an hour. He had been creeping down the passage when he found himself suddenly confronted by a dim figure which, without a word, had attempted to slay him with an enormous gun. The shot had whistled past his ears and gone singing down the corridor.
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