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Edward Dilly, though of a later date, an account of this plan so happily conceived; since it was the occasion of procuring for us an elegant collection of the best biography and criticism of which our language can boast. 'TO JAMES BOSWELL, ESQ. 'Southill, Sept. 26, 1777.
On our return home Dilly was snatched away by a cloud of attendant sprites, and we saw her no more until the time came for me to drive her to the church. However, this half-hysterical gaiety came to an end in the face of reality, and in the carriage on the way to church poor Dilly wept unrestrainedly on my shoulder.
That was their battle cry as they tried to wriggle under the legs of the crewmen. "Ya sellin' Oatbombs?" one screamed in the commander's ear, then reached up to snatch off a shoulder patch. Boswellister stood in the rear of the crowd and wrung his hands while the crowd clamored for their samples. "Give us the pitch, then pass out the stuff!" "Lookit that ship! Ain't it a dilly!
Dilly, 'it was left entirely to the doctor to name his own; he mentioned 200 guineas; it was immediately agreed to. The business-like Malone makes the following observation on the transaction: 'Had he asked 1,000, or even 1,500, guineas the booksellers, who knew the value of his name, would doubtless have readily given it. Dr.
We're going to be married next Tuesday, Elvin and me. It's all right, ain't it?" Dilly bent forward, and peered masterfully into her face. She took the girl's plump pink handy and drew her forward. Rosa, as if compelled by some unseen force, turned about, and allowed her frightened gaze to lie ensnared by the witch's great black eyes.
"Well, you ain't goin' to let one of your cerridges go, let alone hirin', unless he pays ahead." "Lord! Dilly, how'm I goin' to ask him?" protested Rawdy. "How? Why, the way anybody would ask him. 'Ain't you got a tongue in your head?" demanded she. "You dunno what a man he is. I asked him the other night when I drove him up, and it wa'n't a job I liked, I can tell you." "Did he pay you?"
And Dilly was glad; the blood in her own veins ran purer for his sake. There was old Delilah Joyce, who went into a decline for love, and wasted quite away. She had been one of those tragic fugitives on the island of being, driven out into the storm of public sympathy to be beaten and undone; for she was left on her wedding day by her lover, who vowed he loved her no more.
'So she would, answered Edith. 'Bruce will adore her, be under her thumb, and keep perfectly 'straight', as you call it as straight as he ever would. Won't he? She was silent. 'You'll get the children then, don't you see? 'Yes. With a bad reputation, with a cloud on my life, to bring up Dilly! He sighed impatiently, and said: 'You see, you don't see things as they really are, even now.
Jethro came up to her, and laid a kindly hand on her shoulder. It was a fine hand, long and shapely, and Dilly, looking down at it, remembered, with a strange regretfulness, how she had once loved its lines. "There, poor girl!" he said, "you're tired thinking about it. No wonder you've got fancies. I guess the ghosts won't trouble us. There's nothing here worse than ourselves."
"Don't you like what I said?" Dilly smiled, though her eyes were still apprehensive. "It ain't that," she answered slowly, striving in her turn to be kind. "Only I guess I never happened to think before just how't would be. I never spec'lated much on keepin' house." "But somebody'd have to keep it," said Jethro good-naturedly, smiling on her. "We can get good help.
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