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Hastings and Mr. Augustus Frothingham, showed faces like the pools in which pebbles might be dropped, making no ripples one must suppose that there are such pools, since there are certainly such faces. St. George saw how it was.
It would come upon her as the strangest surprise; not the mere fact of his marrying, but that he had chosen for a wife, out of the whole world, the daughter of Bennet Frothingham. Would she be able to think kindly of him after this? Of Mrs. Frothingham she could speak generously, seeming to have outlived natural bitterness; but the name must always be unwelcome to her ears.
"Error!" shrilled Mrs. Hastings, looking about her for support and finding little in the aspect of Mr. Augustus Frothingham, who appeared to be regarding the whole proceeding as one from which he was to extract data to be thought out at some future infinitely removed. As for St.
At Leipzig she stayed until the end of April, living with a family named Gassner, people whom she had known for some years. Only on condition that she would take up her abode with this household had Mrs. Frothingham consented to make her an allowance and let her go abroad.
The general tone was cynical; there sounded scarcely a note of indignation; no one present seemed to be personally affected by the disaster. The name of Bennet Frothingham was frequently pronounced, with unflattering comments. 'Somebody'll get it hot, remarked one of the speakers; and the others laughed. Rolfe, having transacted his business, walked away.
The victory was claimed on both sides, but I think the Indians had the best of it. Three gallant officers, Fontaine, Willys, and Frothingham, were slain, together with fifty regulars and one hundred militia. Harmar now moved on to Fort Washington. So much was said about his miserable campaign, that he requested that he might be tried by a court-martial.
For about this time he was reading and musing much on questions of heredity. In a moment of confidence he had ventured to ask Mrs. Frothingham whether she could tell him anything of Alma's mother. The question, though often in his mind, could hardly have passed his lips, had not Mrs.
Emerson's early growth was under the fostering care of good and refined women. His mother has been described by one who knew her, the late Dr. Frothingham, as "of a discerning spirit, and a most courteous bearing; one who knew how to guide the affairs of her own house, as long as she was responsible for that, with the sweetest authority.
Frothingham had left them after a fortnight's visit that he reminded Alma of her promise to go with him to Gunnersbury. 'Did I promise? she said. 'I thought we agreed that you should settle all that yourself. 'I had rather you came with me to see Mrs. Abbott. Shall it be Saturday? 'Can't, replied Alma, with a shake of the head and a smile. 'I have to see Mr. Dymes. 'Dymes? Who is he?
I seem to notice the weather so much more than I used to. Does it affect you at all? Not till the tea-tray was brought in, and she had sipped from her cup, did Mrs. Frothingham lay aside these commonplaces. With abrupt gravity, and in a subdued voice, she at length inquired the result of Rolfe's delicate mission.
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