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"Father, Theodule is coming to present his respects to you this morning." "Who's Theodule?" "Your grandnephew." "Ah!" said the grandfather. Then he went back to his reading, thought no more of his grandnephew, who was merely some Theodule or other, and soon flew into a rage, which almost always happened when he read.
Perhaps he is a genius. It was no doubt from him that the grandnephew had his mania for music. What music could he hear in the little town?... But bad music can inspire a love as pure as good music. "The unhappy part of it was that there seemed no possibility of confessing to such a passion in such surroundings: and the boy had not his great-uncle's cracked brains.
An old woman who had accompanied the boy, as tutelary genius, held up a warning finger at him. "Now, you Micky," said she, "you speak civil to the gentleman and answer his questions accordin'." She then said to the Coroner, as one qualified to explain the position: "It's only his manners, sir, and the boy has not a rebellious spirit being my grandnephew."
"Only but you've heard it already, of course, you would be the very first to know of it!" "Letitia, my dear I always hated conundrums, you'll remember." "I mean, every one is talking of it, already." "Heigho! How warm the sun is!" "Of course it may be only gossip, but they do say Cleone Meredith has refused the hand of your grandnephew."
Katherine wanted to ask the Graham girls if they were going to a stylish reception before breakfast, but restrained the impulse. Both Katherine and Hazel recognized Addie as the girl whom, on their first trip to Stony Point, they had seen handle roughly the little boy they believed to be Glen Irving, the grandnephew of Mrs.
This high office is the first indication that Caesar had chosen his grandnephew to be his possible successor. The boy was hardly known at Rome before this time. Phil. 1920, p. 26. The dedicatory lines of the Culex imply that the body of the poem was already complete.
Nicholas B.; only this vague shadow pursued by the memory of his grandnephew, the last surviving human being, I suppose, of all those he had seen in the course of his taciturn life. But I remember well the day of our departure back to exile.
You are an honest man, Dorsenne; you are a great artist; you are my friend, and a friend allied to me by a sacred bond, almost a brother-in-arms; you, the grandnephew of a hero who shed his blood by the side of my grandfather at Somo-Sierra.
I know the name and father you have dishonored, and you are grandnephew of the good Lady Claudia noble mother of Publius. For their sake I give you the right of combat. By the wayside near Bethlehem are lonely hills. There, the seventh day before the kalends, in the middle hour of the night, you shall see a beacon-fire and near it my colors.
"Red as the wine of forgotten ages, Yellow as gold of the sunbeams spun, Pink as the gowns of Aurora's pages, White as the robe of a sinless one, Sweeter than Araby's winds that blow Roses, roses, I love ye so!" "Who is that boy?" Nelson Randolph asked. "Some relation of Colonel Gresham's, isn't he?" "His grandnephew, David Collins." "He has a fine voice." "Excellent.
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