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The gentleman seemed to feel that he was selected from the company, and slightly raising his head, carelessly replied: 'My bed is entirely at your disposal, resuming his contemplative pose. On the point of thanking him, Evan advanced a step, when up started the irascible chairman. 'I don't permit it!
I would not have employed force with her, but I should have given her as strong a taste of the world as it was in my power to give. Girls get their reason from society. But, come! if you think you can make your case out better to her, you shall speak to her first yourself. 'No, my lady, said Evan, softly. 'You would rather not? 'I could not.
We don't want teachers to be gentlemen, observed Rose. 'This fellow is the reverse, Laxley pronounced, and desired Harry to confirm it; but Harry took a gulp of coffee. 'Oblige me by recollecting that I have called him a friend of mine, said Evan. Rose murmured to him: 'Pray forgive me! I forgot. Laxley hummed something about 'taste. Aunt Bel led from the theme by a lively anecdote.
'By the way, Van, love! was it out of Glamorganshire were we Tudors, according to Papa? or only Powys chieftains? It's of no moment, but it helps one in conversation. 'Not half so much as good ale, though! was Old Tom's comment. The Countess did not perceive its fitness, till Evan burst into a laugh, and then she said: 'Oh! we shall never be ashamed of the Brewery. Do not fear that, Mr.
It bittered his life at the last, that behind his back his townspeople should call him "Old Mars," in an irony he was keen enough to feel the thrust of. "Captain Mars, Captain Mars, Who never saw wars," said Evan MacColl, the bard of the parish, and the name stuck as the bye-names of that wonderful town have a way of doing.
Evan was confused. "Don't be afraid of your work. Crafty is your manner." Evan had not anything to say. "Fortune there is in milk," said Dai. "Study you the size of her. Little she is. Heavy will be my loss. The rent is only fifteen bob a week. And thirty gallons and more do I do. Broke is my health," and Dai laid the palms of his hands on his belly and groaned.
The magnate smiled inwardly when he remembered that he had given Gantry, the division traffic manager of the Transcontinental, a quiet hint to look up one Evan Blount, a young lawyer, on his next visit to Boston.
Tell me about the ferns next time; we have only moved the glossy Christmas and evergreen-crested wood ferns as yet, being sure of these. How about our fencing? Ask Evan. You remember that we have a picket-fence toward the road, but on three sides the boundary is only a tumble-down stone wall in which bird cherries have here and there found footing.
The door was locked and he could not retreat. Evan Blount's first impulse when he found his retreat cut off by the locked door of the musicians' gallery was to make his presence known instantly to the two men standing before the fire in the lobby below.
She would have passed him, and he would have let her pass, but seeing the unusual pallor on her face, his love for this lady moved him to step forward and express a hope that she had no present cause for sorrow. Hearing her mother's name, Lady Jocelyn was about to return a conventional answer. Recognizing Evan, she said: 'Ah! Mr. Harrington! Yes, I fear it's as bad as it can be.
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