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Marland remarked in the quietest voice in the world "There's some one in the temple." "What?" cried Millie. "Eh?" exclaimed Calder. "Nonsense!" said Charlie. "I saw a face at the window," insisted Mrs. Marland. "Oh, Mrs. Marland! Was it very awful?" "Not at all, Millie very pretty," and she gave Charlie a look full of meaning. "Look, look!" cried Millie in strong agitation.
At Nairn we may fix the verge of the Highlands; for here I first saw peat fires, and first heard the Erse language. We had no motive to stay longer than to breakfast, and went forward to the house of Mr. Macaulay, the minister who published an account of St. Kilda, and by his direction visited Calder Castle, from which Macbeth drew his second title. It has been formerly a place of strength.
The slightest fraction of a second in hesitation. "No." "Was that the straight dope you give Shorty?" "Straighter'n hell. They're beginnin' to talk, but I guess I was jest sort of panicky when I talked with Shorty." "This Tex Calder " "What about him?" This with a trace of suspicion. "He's got a long record." "So've you, Jim." Once more that wolflike grin which had no mirth. "So long, Lee.
All at her work the village maiden sings; Nor while she turns the giddy wheel around, Revolves the sad vicissitude of things . I thought I had heard these lines before. JOHNSON. 'I fancy not, Sir; for they are in a detached poem, the name of which I do not remember, written by one Giffard, a parson. I expected Mr. Kenneth M'Aulay , the minister of Calder, who published the history of St.
The river Ribble, which flows into the Irish Sea through a wide estuary, drains the western slopes of the Pennine Hills, which divide Lancashire from Yorkshire. Up in the north-western portion of Lancashire, near the bases of these hills, is a moist region known as the parish of Mitton, where, as the poet tells us, "The Hodder, the Calder, Ribble, and rain All meet together in Mitton domain."
Jock," he cried, "it's good to see you again. There are no friends like the old ones." Then suddenly he stuck in his speech, and stared with his mouth open over my shoulder. I turned, and there was Edie, with such a merry, roguish smile, standing in the door. How proud I felt of her, and of myself too, as I looked at her! "This is my cousin, Miss Edie Calder, Jim," said I.
It was the fall of the remainder of the foremast, and the breaking up of the fore part of the ship. It was a strong hint to the English party to hasten whatever they might undertake. "You'll let me go, Mr Calder?" said Morton again. He and Job Truefitt had secured some light line to the cask, which had just been hauled up.
The Mother of Tomorrow A. Stirling Calder, Sculptor With upturned face, with steady onward gaze, the stalwart Mother of Tomorrow moves ahead. Hers is the firm, determined purpose, the will to do to accomplish that for which she has started. She marches ahead of the types of the Occident.
Ony rollin''s better than pitchin' wi' superfeecial cracks in the tail-shaft. Calder knows that much, I said. "'It's ill wark retreevin' steamers this weather, said Bell. His beard and whiskers were frozen to his oilskin, an' the spray was white on the weather side of him. Pairfect North Atlantic winter weather!
He wiped his face with an agitated hand. "A week ago," he went on, "I knew you were detailed on this work. I've been sweating ever since. Now that you've come why, I'm glad of it!" A faint sneer touched Calder's mouth and was gone. "You're a wise man," he said. "Have you seen much of Jim Silent lately?" Hardy hesitated. The rôle of informer was new. "Not directly." Calder nodded.
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