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He is coming very much to the front as a political and philosophic writer. It is said he is to be the editor of The Empire, that new monthly which they say is to take the lead of all the magazines. I met him at Professor Kean's last week. I don't think he sees me Good-evening! Don't think you remember me Mrs. Needham. Had the pleasure of meeting you at Professor Kean's last Monday. Mr.
The latter at length directed the servant to accost him, and the footman was alighting for that purpose, when two men turned quickly the corner of the street, and perceiving André, stopped suddenly, and one of them exclaimed: 'Ah, good-evening, Bernard; you are just the very fellow we want; and taking André by the arm, he drew him under the shade of a porte cochère, and continued, as he placed a small morocco case in his hand: 'Take care of this for me, André, till I return: I shall be at your lodgings in an hour.
"Good-evening, my dear Baron," said Philippe Bridau, as he went into Nucingen's box. "So here you are, married to Mademoiselle Esther. Mademoiselle, I am an old officer whom you once on a time were to have got out of a scrape at Issoudun Philippe Bridau " "I know nothing of it," said Esther, looking round the house through her opera-glasses.
But even at that critical moment, Margaret was conscious that her beauty had lost something of its radiance. Had her youth, which had seemed eternal, vanished at last? Had it left her as rats leave a sinking ship? Had the gods recalled what had already tarried too long? "Good-evening," was all that Margaret managed to say.
Hastily wishing her good-evening, with hurried steps he half crossed the room, hesitated, stopped, looked back at her, seemed to waver a moment, and then, as if moved by a sudden decision, returned to her and took her gently by the hand. Then she knew it was coming. For a long moment he stood looking at her.
Dyer came in, and manoeuvred her husband out into the passage; after some loudly suggestive whispering there, she succeeded in getting him into the kitchen, and shut the door. Arnold got up soon after that, and said good-evening. Miss Newell remained in the parlor for some time, after he had gone, moving softly about.
She hurried along in delight and trepidation, her great bouquet shedding a penetrating fragrance around her, her face gleaming white out of the dusk. She had to pass Granville Joy's house on her way, and saw with some dismay, as she drew near, a figure leaning over the gate. He pushed open the gate when she drew near, and stood waiting. "Good-evening, Ellen," he said.
Delville and the man who went by the nick-name of The Dancing Master. By that time Mrs. Mallowe was awake and eloquent. 'That is the Creature! said Mrs. Hauksbee, with the air of one pointing out a slug in the road. 'No, said Mrs. Mallowe. 'The man is the Creature. Ugh! Good-evening, Mr. Bent. I thought you were coming to tea this evening.
His cap was pulled down over his brow. 'Good-evening! said the landlady, in her rather ingratiating voice. 'Good-evening. A glass of ale. 'A glass of ale, repeated the landlady suavely. 'Cold night but bright. 'Yes, the man assented, laconically. Then he added, when nobody expected him to say any more: 'Seasonable weather. 'Quite seasonable, quite, said the landlady. 'Thank you.
"You can remain here till you think it will be safe to again venture forth, gentlemen," and a smile evidently a stranger there broke out about the speaker's lips. "Good-evening!" "Good-evening!" nodded Harris, with a quizzical stare. The next moment the youth was gone. "Who was that chap?" asked Redburn, not a little bewildered. "That? why that's Calamity Jane!" "Calamity Jane? What a name."
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