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Soon, therefore, he was rich, for a fisher; and that was heard of by other fishers from far off, and they drew to Grimsby, so that the town spread, and Witlaf the good thane said that it was a lucky day which drove us to his shore, for he waxed rich with dues that they were willing to pay. We built boats and let them out to these men, so that one might truly say that all the fishery was Grim's.
In Huntingdonshire, where there were less than 150 pupils, more than $35.00 was subscribed in a single morning. At Grimsby a successful trawler owner gave $5,000 to the local teachers' association to help the War Savings crusade.
"Cross Mother Cockleshell's hand with silver and she'll tell the coming years truly." "Why do they call you Mother Cockleshell?" demanded Miss Greeby, waiving the question of fortune-telling for the time being. "Bless your wisdom, it was them fishermen at Grimsby who did so. I walked the beaches for years and told charms and gave witchly spells for fine weather.
"I give you my word of honour, madame. Bring the Bible, and I shall swear by it." Mrs. Hampton gave a deep sigh as she turned toward the door of the house. "I am afraid, Gabriel, that your word of honour isn't worth much, and that the Bible wouldn't make any difference. However, I suppose I shall have to trust you. Just wait a minute." Grimsby was greatly pleased with himself now.
"You haven't lost faith in your own power o' self-denial surely?" "No, nor that either, but but " "Come now, none o' your `buts. Come along; my mate Dick Martin is in here, an' he's the best o' company." "Dick Martin in there!" repeated Lockley, on whom a sudden thought flashed. "Is he one o' your hands?" "In course he is. Left the Grimsby fleet a-purpose to j'ine me.
She is as big as an ogress, and has an upper lip which many a cornet of the Lifeguards might envy. Her poor dear husband was a big man, and she could beat him easily; and did too. Mrs. Grimsby indeed! Why, my dear Mr. Titmarsh, it is Glumdalca walking with Tom Thumb." This observation of Miss C.'s is very true, and Mrs. Grimsby might carry her prayer-book to church herself.
Sit here and calm your mind. I shall be back in a minute." Mrs. Hampton hurried into the house, and in short time returned, carrying a small tray, containing a glass of home-made wine, and a plate of cake. This she placed on a small table near the agitated woman. "Drink this, dear, and try some of my cake. They will refresh you." Almost mechanically Mrs. Grimsby did as she was bidden, while Mrs.
And on the desert moors of Grimsby she couldn't run across the street to a delicatessen. But none of the inconveniences of going away so weighed upon her spirit as did the memory of their hours together in this flat. But when she stood with him on the steamer again, bound for the Cape, when the spring breeze gave life to her faded hair, she straightened her shoulders and stood like a conqueror.
Cautious of inflicting too heavy a blow on the fortitude of his wife and of Helen, he commanded Grimsby and Hay to withhold from everybody at Huntingtower the tidings of its young lord's fate; but he believed it his duty not to delay the letter of Wallace to Bruce, and the dreadful information to him of Monteith's treachery.
She really had seen all the hermits she cared to see! She could not, however, be morose and absent-minded in a party of which Cora Grimsby and Jennie Stone were the moving spirits. It was a gay crowd that crossed the harbor in the Stazy to land at a roughly built dock under the high bluff of the wooded island. "There's the hermit!" Cora cried, as they landed.
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