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"Eight quarts of the juice of the sour apples called Blanc mollet, yielded two pounds ten ounces of good sugar. "Eight quarts of the juice of the watery apples called Girard, yielded two pounds and a half.

He left Huon and the Abbot of Cluny to bind up the wound of Girard, and, having seen them depart and resume their way to Paris, he took up the body of Charlot, and, placing it across a horse, had it carried to Paris, where he arrived four hours after Huon.

George Girard, the wife of our genial Collector of Income-Tax. He was on all occasions well to the front, and the services he rendered to the society on many momentous occasions were invaluable, more especially in "London Assurance," to which I have previously alluded. In fact, it is not too much to say that without him it would have been very difficult to stage the piece.

Girard inflict it upon you, when she thinks you need a penance." "I think you need a penance now, Miss Payne, for accusing me of too much curiosity, and too little interest." "Oh, I didn't mean that, exactly," shrugging her shoulders carelessly. "I suppose, of course, a physician is interested to a certain extent in all his subjects, living or dead; but I can't let you dissect my mind to-night.

Hagar watchful and anxious. The two new maids making themselves popular in the kitchen, and "sleeping with their eyes open." And still no clue by which Madeline and her efficient aides de camp could unravel the web of doubt that still clung about, and kept a prisoner, the long-suffering Philip Girard. After some days of outward calm, came a ripple upon the surface of events.

Your servant, your doctor, your detectives, are all in my service! I have fooled you to the top of your bent, and kept you under this roof until we had found the proof that it was you, and not Philip Girard, who struck this man," pointing to Percy, "and robbed him, five years ago."

The rogue biographer has told us that Girard's ship was loaded with "niggers," and that these were sold by the mercenary captain and the money pocketed by himself, "all being fair in love and war." This tale of business buccaneering has long been exploded, but it is a fact that the cargo was used by Girard as his first capital.

"I don't like coffee without cream," objected Growler, chewing moodily at his cracker. "Well, we'll get to Girard by to-night, and then possibly we will get a good supper." While they were lunching I had observed another traveler slowly approaching through the underbrush. Over one shoulder was slung a leather strap in which were a few books.

This man was Stephen Girard, who was afterward destined to play so important a part in the history of the city to which the mere chances of war sent him a stranger. He was born at Bordeaux, in France, on the 21st of May, 1750, and was the eldest of the five children of Captain Pierre Girard, a mariner of that city. His life at home was a hard one.

The object of Mr. Girard is to get rid of all these drawbacks by the simple expedient of substituting water for oil. It would not avail to apply water precisely as oil is applied.