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The best men here are contented with a courteous bow from him, while the women matrons now, who once were blushing maidens think they have shown him enough honor if they make him a deep curtsey and utter a mild "Good-morrow." The truth is, he invites nothing more.
"Good-morrow, Captain Jones," said Carver courteously; "John Alden tells me thou wouldst have speech of all of us together." "Yes, Master Governor, and glad am I that peevish boy did my errand so largely, for what I have to say concerns every man, ay, and woman and child, in your settlement." "In truth! And what may it be, Master Jones?
However, he is not to be taken, but greeted with a Good-morrow, the others bending the knee; and thus the tournament uses to end. How the thirty-two persons at the ball fought.
"Good-mornin', Miss Norah," we will suppose him to say, when meeting a good-looking arch girl of his acquaintance. "Good-morrow, Mr. O'Shaughnessy. I hope you're well, sir." "Indeed I am, at present, in superlatively ecclesiastical health, Miss Norah. I hope all your family are well?" "All very well, I thank you, sir, barrin' myself." "An' pray what's the matther wid you, Miss Norah?
Mary did not wait to hear more, but went to meet her husband, who was coming up the stairs. The gaily dressed officer bowed to Maud as he entered a few minutes afterwards, but she could see he looked annoyed. "Good-morrow, lady messenger," he said. "You did but reach Oxford in time, and if you had been an hour later 'twere better for his Majesty, I trow." "Prithee, tell me why?" said Maud.
Good-night or good-morrow to you, according to the time you shall receive this letter from, Yours. LONDON, February 14, O. S. 1752. MY DEAR FRIEND: In a month's time, I believe I shall have the pleasure of sending you, and you will have the pleasure of reading, a work of Lord Bolingbroke's, in two volumes octavo, "Upon the Use of History," in several letters to Lord Hyde, then Lord Cornbury.
Notwithstanding some seeds of discord which had been lately sown by M. Hardy's enemies amongst his workmen, until now so fraternally united, joyous songs were heard in almost all the apartments which skirted the corridor, and, as Agricola passed before several open doors, he exchanged a cordial good-morrow with many of his comrades.
Good-morrow, Sir Evil, We've finished the tap, And, saving your worship, we care not a rap!" While this din continued, the stranger held up one forefinger again, as if beseeching silence, the other remaining still between the pages of his book. "Pretty boys!" he said, as the noise died away; "pretty boys! 'Tis easily seen they have a bird to pluck." "He's none of my plucking."
"'And though my sun of glory set, Nor France, nor England, shall forget The terror of my name; And oft shall Britain's heroes rise, New planets in these southern skies, Through clouds of blood and flame. "A cloud of flame is something new Good-morrow, my masters all, and a merry Christmas to you! Why, the bellman writes better lines."
Agnes flushed and yielded to her father's gentle pressure. "Good- bye, my friend," she said, the quiver in her tones sinking deep into Frederick's heart. "Some day it will be good-morrow," and her head, turned back over her shoulder, took on a beautiful radiance that fixed itself forever in the hungry heart of him who watched it disappear.
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