Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 3, 2025
Everybody has their herb, as we know, but I'm free to say that Sister Barsett sometimes done everything she could to kill herself with such rovin' ways o' dosin'. She must see it now she's gone an' can't stuff down no more invigorators." Sarah Ellen Dow burst out suddenly with this, as if she could no longer contain her honest opinion.
Peggy Bond was more blundering and liable to stray in the wrong direction than usual; it was one of the days when she could hardly see at all. Aunt Lavina Dow was unusually clumsy of movement, and stiff in the joints; she had not been so far from the house for three years. The morning breeze filled the gathers of her wide gingham skirt, and aggravated the size of her unwieldy figure.
But Death intervened, and his lips fell instead upon the red cross on Detricand's breast, as he sank forward lifeless. That night, after Lorenzo Dow was laid in his grave, Detricand read the little black leather-covered journal bequeathed to him. Of the years of his captivity the records were few; the book was chiefly concerned with his career in Jersey.
Who shall rival the splendours, the profusion of Veronese, the opulence of Tintoretto, the richness of Titian, the pomp of Rubens? Or who shall challenge the technical beauty of Velasquez or of Hals, or the technical dexterity of Terburg, or Metzu, or Dow, or Adrian van Ostade? Passing on once again, we notice that art appears and disappears mysteriously like a ghost.
But it was not her nature to resent such things, and she concluded that Guy thought Daisy better adapted for the part than herself. "What part will you take?" Daisy went on. "Mr. Martin told me to ask you and arrange for you." Daisy's manner showed such undue importance and ostentatious authority that Jack Pennington spoke up. "Are you assistant chairman, Miss Dow?" "Mr.
We've come through myriads of empty rooms, but at last we find the gems of the collection." "Why, Miss Dow," exclaimed Lora, looking at Daisy's gown, "is this a DINNER party?" Daisy laughed, and explained, rather pleased than otherwise to be the sole narrator of the interesting tale.
"Well, you see, Mr. Cromer," said Patty, smiling at him, "you said you wanted a more brownish lady for your misty maid. So Miss Dow and I have decided to change places." "All right," agreed Cromer. "It makes no difference to me, personally, of course. I'm merely designing the Niagara Float as an architect would.
Dow, Cross & Sneddon for instance. They are Mr. Horsfal's lawyers and solicitors. They are straight, honest business men, too." "Guess they'll fill the bill, all right." "What is on your mind, Jake?" I asked. "Write them as well, George. Tell them to send up a man who can draw up a will.
It was no easy thing to fill Colonel Sterling's place, but I was fortunate in the selection of Major Dow of the One Hundred and Twelfth Illinois, a quiet, modest man, a thorough disciplinarian of clear and strong intellect, and of that perfect self-possession which is proof against misjudgment in the most sudden and terrifying occurrences.
When their bargain was completed, Priest Dow called me to him, saying, with a smile, "You are a stubborn little girl, I guess, a little naughty, sometimes, are you not?" Surprised and alarmed, I replied, "No, sir."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking