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Updated: June 1, 2025
In tragic power, Webster approaches nearest to Shakespeare. He loves such gloomy metaphors as the following: "You speak as if a man Should know what fowl is coffined in a baked meat Afore you cut it open." Tourneur's The Atheist's Tragedy is in Webster's vein, but far inferior to The Duchess of Malfi. Ford's The Broken Heart is a strong, but unpleasant, tragedy.
"I can't go to her till this meeting is over." "Mrs. Ford's off home this half hour," said Mary Ellen. "She said she wouldn't put up with the nonsense that was going on." This was a relief to Dr. O'Grady. If Mrs. Ford had gone home the difficulty, whatever it was, must be capable of adjustment. "Then what on earth do you want? Surely you and Mrs. Gregg haven't been quarrelling with each other."
"The thing preyed on her mind, and I fancy, unbalanced it a little. She conceived a violent hatred for you, and with her sister began to plot revenge. "Her first move was to persuade her sister to move to the house on Fifty-seventh Street, close to your apartment. It took them some time to find the place to secure a room situated as Miss Ford's was, but at last they managed it.
One afternoon, not long before he was twenty-one, Jerome Edwards walked some three miles and a half to Ford's Hill to carry some shoes to a woman binder who was too lame to come for them herself. Jerome walked altogether of late years, for the white horse was dead of old age: but it was well for him, since he was saved thereby from the permanent crouch of the shoe-bench.
Foster's dining-room was not a large one: there were no large rooms in that house. Nevertheless, the entire party managed to gather around the table, all except Dab and Ford. "Dab is head cook, and I'm head waiter," had been Ford's explanation. "Frank and the boys are company." Certainly the cook had no cause to be ashamed of his work. The coffee was excellent. The fish was done to a turn.
Phenie had plenty of spirit; she could run down to the bunk-house Mrs. Kate heard a door slam then, and shuddered. Phenie, she judged swiftly, had locked herself into the pantry. Phenie had. Or, to be exact, she had run in and slammed the door shut in Ford's very face, and she was leaning her weight against it. Mrs.
Call it 'The American Invasion. Don't you see a story in it?" "It will be the first one I send you," said Ford. The ship's doctor returned from his visit below decks and sank into the leather cushion close to Ford's elbow. For a few moments the older man sipped doubtfully at his gin and water, and, as though perplexed, rubbed his hand over his bald and shining head.
Three days later, April 14, as he sat in Ford's theatre, the strain of responsibility lightened by an hour of kindly amusement there fell on him, from an assassin's hand, the stroke of unconsciousness and speedy death. For himself, how could he have died better!
It was compared with one which Willis Ford brought with him, and the numbers were identical. Four numbers, of course, were missing from Ford's list. "That seems pretty conclusive, mother. The young rascal has stolen your bonds, and offered a part of them for sale. It was certainly bold in him to bring them to our office. Is he in the house?" "I'll go and see." "And bring Mr.
For one thing, President Colbrith insisted upon learning the minutest ins and outs of the business matter, making the table-talk his vehicle; and for another, Miss Adair's place was on the opposite side of the table, and two removes from Ford's.
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