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Farren, watch me! I'm going to kick a goal from the field. Here, you hold it, Geraldine; Mrs. Farren, you had better try to block it and cheer for Yale!" Geraldine seized the globe, threw herself flat on the floor, and, head on one side, wriggled, carefully considering the angle. Then, tipping the globe, she adjusted it daintily for her brother to kick.
The reality of such a world was Little Holland House, the home of Mr. Watts. So I confess quite frankly that I did not appreciate until it was too late, my advantages in serving at the Haymarket with comrades who were the most surpassingly fine actors and actresses in old comedy that I have ever known. There were Mr. Buckstone, the Chippendales, Mr. Compton, Mr. Farren.
Crabtree, and Sir Benjamin those poor snakes that lived but in the sunshine of your mirth must be ripened by this hot-bed process of realization into asps or amphisbænas; and Mrs. Candour O frightful! become a hooded serpent. No piece was, perhaps, ever so completely cast in all its parts as this manager's comedy. Miss Farren had succeeded to Mrs.
Then Hardie busied himself trying to protect Farren from the shaking, until the scream of the whistle broke through the confused sounds and the pace diminished. The bell began to toll, and, rising to his feet, Hardie saw a cluster of lights flitting back toward him. Shortly afterward they stopped beside a half-built row of elevators. "Guess you'll have to be back to-morrow," the engineer said.
The boys have been giving me some trouble, too." "You won't mind my having a few words with them?" "Why, no," said Farren. "Guess they need it; but I'm most afraid you'll be wasting time. The Scandinavians, who're quiet enough and might agree with you, can't understand, and it's quite likely that the crowd you want to get at won't listen.
"Anyway, one of them put his mark on you," resumed his companion. "Did you notice it, Pete?" "Sure," said the grinning fireman; "big lump on his right cheek." He fumbled in a box and handed a tool to Hardie. "Better hold that spanner to it, if you're going to preach to-morrow. But how's Farren?" "No sign of consciousness. The sooner we can get him into a doctor's hands, the better."
Hardie nodded. "I've been rather worried about it. It would take me all night to walk." "That's so," agreed the other. "All you have to do is to see Farren safe in the doctor's hands and leave the rest to me. I've got to have some water, for one thing." He turned to his fireman. "We'll put in that new journal babbit; she's not running sweet."
In 1789, Martin Archer Shee described him as 'a genteel, handsome young man, effeminate in his manner; adding, 'he is wonderfully laborious, and has the most uncommon patience and perseverance. About this time he painted the Princess Amelia, and Miss Farren, the actress, afterwards Countess of Derby, 'in a white satin cloak and muff; and full-length portraits of the King and Queen, to be taken out by Lord Macaulay as presents to the Emperor of China.
The entire domestic régime was a makeshift had been almost from the beginning. Mrs. Farren, the housekeeper, understood it; Howker, the butler, knew it; Lacy knew it he who had served forty years as coachman in the Seagrave family. For in all the world there remained not one living soul who through ties of kinship was authorised to properly control these children.
One tremendous slattern shouted, as she saw us come on shore: "There are the show-folks; now we'll have fun!" If Mrs. Farren the daughter of Russell still lives, I will say to her that this was her advent to Natchez. Up that hill, through mire and rain, I bore her in my arms, on that terrible night. Caldwell alone was cheerful; Sol. Smith joked, and Russell swore.
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