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Soon after we returned from our visit to the Bullers, Eleanor and I resolved to prove the benefit we had reaped from Aunt Theresa's instructions by making ourselves some dresses of an inexpensive stuff that we bought for the purpose. How well I remember the pattern! A flowering creeper, which followed a light stem upwards through yard after yard of the material.
I was to have another chance, however, of gleaning hints from Aunt Theresa. The Bullers came home again. Colonel St. Quentin had retired, and when Major Buller got the regiment, he also left the army and settled in a pleasant neighbourhood in the south of England. As soon as Aunt Theresa was fairly established in her new house she sent for Eleanor and me.
Harry turned on the brink of it. "By the way, where's Clara?" "Why, do you want to see her? She'll be out all day. She's dining with the Willie Herricks." "No, I don't want to see her, but, by the way, she's not dining with the Willie Herricks; she's dining with the Bullers. I heard her make the engagement yesterday." "Oh, no, Harry, I'm sure you're mistaken." "Well, it doesn't matter.
It wasn't fair, she thought remorsefully, for people like the Bullers to be at large on the same planet with people like Clara and herself and and like Her thoughts ran off into the fog. At least, thank heaven, it was the judge Clara was trailing and not Kerr. The bells and whistles of one o'clock were making clangor as she ran up the steps of her house again.
George" remained my devoted friend. I looked for him as I used to look for my father. The first time I saw him after I came to the Bullers was on the day of my father's funeral. He was there, and came back with Major Buller. I was on Mr. George's knee in a moment, with my hand through the crape upon his sleeve.
At one wild part of the coast, near Peterhead, called the Bullers of Buchan, after the first night of the storm, the wrecks of seven vessels were found in one cove, without a single survivor of the crews to give an account of the disaster. The "dangers of the deep" are nothing compared with the dangers of the shore.
Settled with his pupil Charles in Kew Green lodgings he writes: "The Bullers are essentially a cold race of people. They live in the midst of fashion and external show. They love no living creature." And a fortnight later, from Irving's house at Pentonville, he sends to his mother an account of his self-dismissal. Mrs.
Inland the ground rose into a little hill, which, along with the islet, served as a sailing mark for seamen. When the hill was open of the islet to the north, vessels must bear well to the eastward to clear Graden Ness and the Graden Bullers.
"If you don't know, I certainly ought to tell you. I mean Clara," said Ella distinctly. Flora, sitting up on the edge of the high bed with the tips of her little shoes hardly touching the floor, looked at Ella fascinated, her lips a little apart. Ella had so exactly pronounced her own secret thought of Clara. She was breathless to know what had been Clara's performance at the Bullers'.
The early stages of this relationship were eminently satisfactory; Carlyle wrote that the teaching of the Bullers was a pleasure rather than a task; they seemed to him "quite another set of boys than I have been used to, and treat me in another sort of manner than tutors are used. The eldest is one of the cleverest boys I have ever seen." There was never any jar between the teacher and the taught.
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