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The poor should be practical and prosaic. It is better to have a permanent income than to be fascinating. These are the great truths of modern life which Hughie Erskine never realised. Poor Hughie! Intellectually, we must admit, he was not of much importance. He never said a brilliant or even an ill-natured thing in his life.

The spirit of enjoyment seemed to be in the air the light-hearted, fascinating, devil-may-care atmosphere she knew so well. Violet looked back into the bedroom and she no longer had the impulse to sleep. Her face had hardened a little. Every one was so happy and she was so lonely.

She was dazzled, charmed by him as the bird is by the glittering serpent with its wicked, fascinating eyes. She thought of nothing but the present and its novel joys. She had never heeded the future she did not heed it now.

His family of seven children found their father a most engaging friend and companion. He could tell them wonderful sea stories and animal stories and could draw fascinating pictures. His son writes of how when he was ill with scarlet fever he used to look forward to his father's home-coming.

"And now we are going to the Zoological Gardens," said Mrs. Haddo, "where we may find some spiders like Dickie, and where you will see all sorts of wonderful creatures." "Oh Mrs. Haddo!" exclaimed Betty. They spent an hour or two in that place so fascinating for children, and arrived back at Haddo Court just in time for supper. "We have had a happy day, have we not?" said Mrs.

Well, he's one of the choicest ornaments of the Jockey Club: very fascinating to the ladies, I believe, but the deuce and all at baccara. Ruined his mother and a couple of maiden aunts already and now Madame de Treymes has put the family pearls up the spout, and is wearing imitation for love of him."

There is also another branch of industry more fascinating still, which is peculiar to St. Claude and the neighbouring village of Septmoncel; but, perhaps, I am indiscreet in speaking of it, so dire is the temptation it holds out to the traveller.

The little wiry-haired Irish terrier was a comedian, he declared. The bull-moose was a tragedian, the black bear cub was a clown, the lynx a villain, and the migrating birds a sweet, invisible chorus. Then to each and all he would attach some fascinating story, explaining why they resembled these characters.

Sometimes it looks out from a sweet sad eye, the only beauty of a plain countenance; sometimes there is so much meaning in the lips of a woman, not otherwise fascinating, that we know they have a message for us, and wait almost with awe to hear their accents. But this young girl has at once the beauty of feature and the unspoken mystery of expression. Can she tell me anything?

He was a master lineman. As I came alongside he turned a good-humoured sweaty face toward me. "It's dang hot," said he. "It is," said I. There is something indescribably fascinating about the sight of a strong workman in the full swing of his work, something yes, beautiful! A hard pull of a job, with a strong man doing it joyfully, what could be finer to see?