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Only Bella must niver play with watches again. 'Niver no more! promised the little sobbing child. And that evening Hester took her watch down to old Darley's. This William Darley was the brother of the gardener at the rectory; the uncle to the sailor who had been shot by the press-gang years before, and to his bed-ridden sister.
"Mother ought to know, don't you think so, Syd?" said Roy. "Yes, she must know to-night. But I don't see how I can tell her. I don't see how I can. She trusts me so fully." "Then let me tell her," suggested Roy. "No, no. I must confess myself. I shall do it now as soon as we get home. Then I can be ready to put myself in Mr. Darley's hands to-morrow."
Him that was th' specksioneer as made such a noise about t' place at the time of Darley's death. He's now a captain a navy captain, according to what she says. And she'd fain have us believe that Philip is abiding in all manner of Scripture places; places as has been long done away with, but the similitude whereof is in the heavens, where the elect shall one day see them.
Oh, Philip! my Philip, tender and true. Then Hester came round and closed the sad half-open eyes; kissing the calm brow with a long farewell kiss. As she did so, her eye fell on a black ribbon round his neck. She partly lifted it out; to it was hung a half-crown piece. 'This is the piece he left at William Darley's to be bored, said she, 'not many days ago.
Irving insisted that the great historian of the Manhattoes was not the vulgar old fellow they would keep putting on the omnibuses and ice-carts; but that, though quaint and old-fashioned, he was still of gentle blood. Irving liked Darley's better. Among the briefer visits to Sunnyside which I had the good-fortune to enjoy was one with the estimable compiler of the "Dictionary of Authors." Mr.
And who is she, and what? by what demon is she haunted, by what taint is she blighted, by what curse is she followed, by what destiny is she marked, that her strange beauty has such a terror in it, and that hardly one shall dare to love her, and her eye glitters always, but warms for none? Some of these questions are ours. Some were Helen Darley's.
But Darley's dead as a door-nail; and there's to be such a burying of him as niver was seen afore i' Monkshaven, come Sunday. And now gi' us t' iron, wench, and let's lose no more time a-talking. 'It's noane loss o' time, said Daniel, moving himself heavily in his chair, to feel how helpless he was once more.
Sir Morton Darley's voice grew a little firmer as he proceeded, and when he, ceased there was a low murmur of satisfaction, and the men's faces, dimly-seen, were turned to Sir Edward for the order to advance. "Lay your pikes in that corner," he whispered. "It will be close quarters. Draw your swords."
Darley's illustrations of Irving's "Legends of Sleepy Hollow," published by the American Art Union: "The charmingly quaint original legend told with so much quiet humor by Washington Irving, is here illustrated by a native artist in a congenial spirit, and his scenes realized in a manner which must give its author satisfaction, and redound to the credit of the designer.
Oh, Philip! my Philip, tender and true. Then Hester came round and closed the sad half-open eyes; kissing the calm brow with a long farewell kiss. As she did so, her eye fell on a black ribbon round his neck. She partly lifted it out; to it was hung a half-crown piece. 'This is the piece he left at William Darley's to be bored, said she, 'not many days ago.
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