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"It 'ud be a damn sight better to live for Ireland," he exclaimed angrily. Henry was in the garden when John Marsh arrived, accompanied by Mr. Quinn. Two letters had come to him that morning from England one from Gilbert Farlow and the other from Mary Graham, and he was reading them again for the seventh or eighth time when the dogcart drove up to the house.
It was from Canon Farlow, and had been despatched at the London terminus. "Meet me on the station at twelve-thirty. Most important," it said. Jimmy crushed the paper up, and thrust it into his pocket. "No answer, thanks," he said, then he glanced at the clock. He had an hour and a half still to wait.
Admiral Crane cannot possibly be so far to the southeast with his squadron, for the latest news from our outposts led us to believe that he intended to attack us from the west." "But he may be going to surprise Magdalen Bay, Admiral," said Captain Farlow. "Perhaps," replied the Admiral, rather sharply, "but will you tell me what for?
The nice girls proved to be respectively Miss Farlow, the daughter of the rector, and Miss Barton, whose mother had a large house next to that of the Marlows, for whom she entertained that measure of good will which usually exists between near neighbours; but, none the less, she was very pleasant to Jimmy, knowing nothing of his financial position.
"The world is full of dawdlers and half-doers," said Miss Farlow, wisely. "Their ranks are crowded. But there is always good work and good pay for those who have the habit of doing work well be it baking puddings or writing Greek grammars. I want my girls to form the habit of well-doing." Anne always listened with respect to Miss Farlow.
And she must never again go out of bounds alone never. That was strictly forbidden. Anne ate her bread and drank her water with a downcast air. She was not thinking about the scolding and her punishment. She was troubled because Miss Farlow had forbidden her to go off the 'Home' grounds again. Must she give up her dear secret playhouse? She and Honey-Sweet had had such a good time!
He had barely touched the whisky and soda. "No hurry," Lord Jasper replied. "No hurry. And you haven't drunk your whisky? Cecily's quite happy with that chap, Farlow.... I don't like him myself ... oh, I say, he's a pal of yours, isn't he? Well, it doesn't matter now. I don't like him, and he doesn't like me. I know he doesn't.
"That you know something he doesn't...something that made you glad to have me go." "Oh " Anna moaned. If she had wanted more pain she had it now. "He's told you this?" she faltered. "He hasn't told me, because I haven't seen him. I kept him off I made Mrs. Farlow get rid of him. But he's written me what he came to say; and that was it." "Oh, poor Owen!" broke from Anna.
"Then I don't want any. Take it away, Martha," and he pushed aside the spoon. "Do with Anne wath here," lisped Arthur. "I got her thweater yolled up smooth to keep for her. Whyn't she come?" No one could tell him. Miss Farlow wished Miss Drayton, according to Mr. Mayo's request, to take charge of the child's jewels. But Miss Drayton refused. "You keep them, please," she urged.
It'll take the men at the top all their time to hold the bottom ones down. It ought never to have been allowed to begin with. The minute they started their drillin' an' palaver, they ought to 'a' been stopped. Have you seen John Marsh lately, Henry?" "I saw him when I was in Dublin a few months ago with Gilbert Farlow. He's drilling, too!..." "It's fearful, that's what it is.
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