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He had a liking for dogs, and kept a number of them in the back premises of an inn at Dulwich, whither he usually repaired on Sundays. When at Dulwich, Mr.
I were joost then fifteen. A stoutish gent in gaiters might 'ave been a bishop and sich a lively young chap as wos with him, full o' spirits, chucking a' the gurls under the chins. And their sarvant! O he were one. Sam, he were caa'd I moind that Sam Summut. And they caa'd for the best o' everythin', and took away wi' them a lot, Madeary, and wot not," and so on. II. The Greyhound, Dulwich Mr.
And always they have flown back from Dulwich unrequited for all the pains they had taken, and pouting that Venus should ever send them on so hard an errand. But a day in this garden is always for them a dear holiday. They live in dread lest Venus discover how superfluous they are here.
In taking her hand and caressing it, he knew he was prejudicing his chances of escape, and fearing the hand he held in his might never let him go again, he said "If your destiny should be to play the viola da gamba in Dulwich, and mine to set forth again on my trip round the world."
In the duet with Tannhäuser she was benign and forgiving, the divine penitent who, having no sins of her own to do penance for, does penance for the sins of others. It was then that Ulick began to understand the secret of Evelyn's acting; in Elizabeth she had gone back to the Dulwich days before she knew Asher, and was acting what she then felt and thought.
Gammon invited the youngster to come and see his "bows-wows" at Dulwich, and promised him his choice out of the litter of bull terriers. With animation he discoursed upon the points of this species of dog the pure white coat; the long, lean, punishing head, flat above; the breadth behind the ears, the strength of back.
Not me! That's what took me in Minnie. She's the first of that kind I ever knew the only one. But, I say, do you mean you won't let me try? You surely don't mean that, Mrs. Clover?" "Yes, I do. I mean just that, Mr. Gammon." "Why? Because I haven't got a permanency?" "Oh, no." "Because I because I go to Dulwich?" "No." "Why, then?" "I can't tell you why, and I don't know why, but I mean it.
"It would be easy to get her address; I suppose Innes would tell us. I shouldn't mind going down to Dulwich if I were not so busy with this opera company. The number of people I have to see, five-and-twenty, thirty letters every day to be written really I haven't a minute. But you, Asher, don't you think you might run down to Dulwich and interview the old gentleman?
There is another, and a curiously unconscious likeness of him, in the charming Dulwich Gallery of Pictures. It is in the portrait of Wouvermans, by Rembrandt. It is just so much of a resemblance as to remind the friends of the poet, though not such a one as the immortal Dutchman would have made, had the poet been his sitter.
He paused a moment and then added: "As a matter of fact, I think we may just as well go down later in the day. I have some writing to do, and I think you told me, Rupert, that you thought of going to the Dulwich Gallery. I was rather too impetuous. Very likely he wouldn't be in. But if we get down by the 5.15, which gets to Purley about 6, I expect we shall just catch him."
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