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There are several abridged editions of the latter, but those by C.E. Byles, Greek Lives from Plutarch, and Edwin Ginn, Plutarch's Lives, are best adapted to the use of schools.
My careful inquiries, however, at the time that I was preparing matter for my "Assyrian Mythology," failed to discover any trace of such a person or such a group. I accordingly assumed Hassan to be a myth a first cousin to the ginn. I was wrong. He exists.
Captain Dan came tearing down the stairs, his bathrobe fluttering and a slipper missing. In one hand he held a pair of scissors, the only offensive weapon which he had found available at the moment. "What in blazes?" he demanded. "Burglars, is it?" Gertrude answered. "No, Daddy," she said gravely. "It's no one but Cousin Percy. And and Mr. Ginn. Why, Mr. Ginn, is is it you?" Laban nodded.
She ain't got any home but ours, and nobody else to turn to, and I won't cast her adrift just because I've got more money than I did have. I'd be ASHAMED to do it. No, sir! if Zuba Ginn wants to go to Scarford, along with us, she goes, or I don't go myself." He struck the desk a violent blow with his clenched fist. Serena regarded him with astonishment.
I may add that according to my Moslem friend who, although a man of great culture, was soaked in the traditions of his religion it was none other than a member of the ginn, an efreet or evil spirit, and not a cat of flesh and blood which appeared to Lady Coverly.
Zuby Zuby Jane Ginn racin' to lodges and tellin' you YOU to cook your own meals! Go on! You're loony." "Maybe I am, Labe, but it's so." "It's so? And you let it be so? I don't believe it. What do you mean? How long has it been so?" Captain Dan proceeded to tell of his housekeeper's conversion to progress and advancement.
And with memories crowding to my mind of similar experiences at the hands of the Hashishin, I fell back, clutching at my throat, fighting for my life against the deadly, vaporous thing that like a palpable cloud surrounded me. I tried to cry out, but the words died upon my tongue. Hassan of Aleppo seemed to grow huge before my eyes like some ginn of Eastern lore.
No doubt about that.... Well, why don't you say somethin'? Ain't you glad to see me?" Azuba looked as if she did not know whether she was glad or not; in fact, as if she knew or realized any little of anything. "Labe!" she said again. "Laban Ginn! When WHERE did you come from?" "Oh, from all 'round. Trumet was my last port and I made that by way of Malagy and Philadelphy.
"There's one part she hasn't guessed," shouted Captain Dan; "or that you haven't guessed either, Gertie, God bless you. I guessed it myself, this very day, and I guessed it because I had a letter from Labe Ginn up at Scarford that put me on the right track. Gertie, that letter you wrote to John WASN'T mailed; the postman DIDN'T get it; John himself never got it." "Daddy! Daddy, what "
Then his own cheek received a slap which made his head ring, and the hall echoed with a shrill scream. "Labe!" shrieked Azuba. "Oh, Labe! Help! Come quick!" Mr. Ginn came up the back stairs three steps at a time. "What is it? What's the matter, Zuby?" he demanded. "A man! A man! He he " "Where is he? What's he doin'?" "He there he is. Hear him? There!" Mr.
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