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Mr Finlay's style of intellect is appropriate to such a task; for it is subtle and Machiavelian. But there is this difficulty in doing justice to the novelty, and at times we may say with truth to the profundity of his views, that they are by necessity thrown out in continued successions of details, are insulated, and in one word sporadic.
"No you couldn't," he laughed outright. "I haven't thought it good enough to publish." "And it isn't the sort of thing," she ventured gaily, "you could put in a sermon." "No, it isn't." They came to a corner of the street which led to Mr Finlay's boarding-house. It stretched narrowly to the north and there was a good deal more snow on each side of it.
"Master," he cried, "they've brought out Kelso into the High Street. The soldiers are dragging him along. They are going to flog him." The boy's eyes were wide with excitement. Having delivered his message, he turned and fled. A flogging was too great a treat for Finlay's boy to miss. The woman, without staying to don hat or shawl, went after him. Finlay called to her to stay.
Remember you may take life, but you cannot give it back again. Oh, this is too horrible to kill him now, like this." He felt, while he spoke, Finlay's clasp tighten on him. He felt the wretched man cover his hands with kisses, mumble, and slobber over them. There was silence for a while when Neal ceased speaking. Then Donald Ward said "Neal, you had better go outside. This is no work for a boy.
They might be damned rebels for all any one could tell by looking at them." "I'd expect to meet a rebel pretty near anywhere," said Major Barber, "but, by God, I would not expect to find one marching in the middle of a company of yeomen." The yeomen passed and the infantry marched again towards Finlay's house. Hope turned to Neal.
The whining tone brought back to him the night when he had interfered with James Finlay's salmon poaching. The voice was, he felt sure of it, Finlay's voice. He drew back quickly, and from within the window watched Finlay pass through the inn door. He heard his steps in the passage, heard him open the door of the room in which the travellers were gathered.
Paul's than that each person is miraculously provided with coat, skirt, and boots; an income; an object. Only Jacob, carrying in his hand Finlay's Byzantine Empire, which he had bought in Ludgate Hill, looked a little different; for in his hand he carried a book, which book he would at nine-thirty precisely, by his own fireside, open and study, as no one else of all these multitudes would do.
Again the flicker of hope crossed Finlay's face. "You hear," he said. "Would I have done that if I had been a spy? Could I not have handed them over to Major Barber if I had wished?" "I shall give you credit for wishing to save Hope," said Donald. "Now I shall pass on to examine the papers found on your person to-night." Finlay protested eagerly.
Another instance we have now before us of this new historic faculty for resuscitating the buried, and for calling back the breath to the frozen features of death, in Mr Finlay's work upon the Greeks as related to the Roman empire. He presents us with old facts, but under the purpose of clothing them with a new life.
Kit was persuaded he would have Mayne's loyal help and went back to Adam's room. When it was getting dark, Adam moved his head as the engines began to throb and the propeller churned noisily in the shallow water. It stopped after a few turns and steam blew off. "Finlay's giving her a trial spin," Adam remarked, in a very faint voice. "I see you've got things fixed and I'm ready to start."
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