Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 19, 2025
An' when it come out that the dyin' woman hadn't seen Calvert Oldmoxon for thirty years an' didn't know where he was, an' that the child was an orphan an' would go to collateral kin or some such folks, Calliope plumps out to her to give her the child. The forgiveness Calliope sort o' took for granted like you will as you get older. An' Mis' Oldmoxon seemed real willin' she should have him.
Cloud, and his change of political faith is only too well known here. If he does not leave Paris to-night, he will never leave it." "Then," said Mr. Calvert, "I am ready to do my part." "No, no, 'tis impossible that this thing should be," broke out Mr. Morris, looking at the young man's pale, gloomy face. "I had hoped that it would be the greatest happiness; was I, then, mistaken?"
"That brother Ned shouldn't be here now! Though I don't see the good of his being here. He'd only make matters worse. Run, Susan run over to Gran'pa Calvert, and tell him to come and stop them from fighting, while I hurry to Uncle William's. Lord save us! and let me get there in time." The widow had a great deal more to say, but this was quite enough to bewilder the little girl.
And it seemed to him that she took a wayward pleasure in charming him, though she kept him at a distance by a sort of imperious coquetry that was not to be presumed upon. Calvert turned from his almost melancholy contemplation of the young girl to the old Duchesse d'Azay standing beside him and talking volubly to Mr. Jefferson.
André, accompanied by Madame de Chastellux and Beaufort passed them, bowing and waving to the three gentlemen. "If it were possible, I should say she looks more beautiful to-day than yesterday, eh, Ned?" said Mr. Morris, looking after Madame de St. André, and then giving Calvert a quizzical glance, under which the young man blushed hotly.
Calvert had given orders that he was to be called at eight o'clock, and so a few minutes before that time a gentle knock came to the door. 'Come in, said he, thinking it was the waiter, and covering himself up in the clothes; for he was the most bashful creature ever was seen, 'come in.
Calvert would have been vastly astonished to know that the lifting of his hat and his courteous tone had contrived to make a popular hero of him; as much astonished, perhaps, as Beaufort to know that his careless, impertinent compliment to Madame Danton's charming head had sealed the fate of his own. But 'tis in this hap-hazard fashion that the destiny of mortals is decided.
Morris and Calvert were frequent visitors there, liking to hear of their friends in Paris and the events taking place in France. In spite of all the distractions and pleasures of town life which Mr. Calvert engaged in, he still felt those secret pangs of bitter disappointment and the fever of unsatisfied desire, but he was both too unselfish and too proud to show what he suffered.
"You hate Brother Stevens because that boy hated him, and because I love him." "You are mistaken, Mr. Hinkley," said Calvert, mildly. "I hate nobody; at the same time I suffer no mere prejudices to delude me against sight and reason." "Ah!" said Brother Cross, gently, "it's that very reason, Brother Calvert, that ruins you worldlings. You must not rely on human reason.
Phillips's was, as usual, far from the others, and at the opposite side of the water. Our fire place was made outside of the trees, on the banks. After dinner, Messrs. Roper and Calvert retired to their tent, and Mr. Gilbert, John, and Brown, were platting palm leaves to make a hat, and I stood musing near their fire place, looking at their work, and occasionally joining in their conversation. Mr.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking