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"Who are you in love with?" asked Lord Henry after a pause. "With an actress," said Dorian Gray, blushing. Lord Henry shrugged his shoulders. "That is a rather commonplace debut." "You would not say so if you saw her, Harry." "Who is she?" "Her name is Sibyl Vane." "Never heard of her." "No one has. People will some day, however. She is a genius." "My dear boy, no woman is a genius.
I am better with you here. I wish you were never to leave me." Again they sat a long time in silence. Then she said: "Harry, can you write?" "Yes." "Well, there is a pencil on the table, and paper. Go and write your father's name. Then come and give me a kiss, and then go home. I shall see you again, perhaps to-night. I suppose I ought to apologize to Mrs. Balfour for keeping you so long."
The two chums could hear his feet as he sped to another part of the camp. "Some trick about that rattling?" queried Harry in a whisper. "Of course," Tom admitted with a wink. "It's a shame to tease the youngster so." "It would be," Tom assented rather gravely, "but I'm using that means to make the lad afraid to smoke cigarettes.
He is a brainless, beautiful thing, who should be always here in winter when we have no flowers to look at, and always here in summer when we want something to chill our intelligence. Don't flatter yourself, Basil: you are not in the least like him." "You don't understand me, Harry. Of course I am not like him. I know that perfectly well. Indeed, I should be sorry to look like him.
"It's hot and growing hotter," said Dalton. "And we'll help increase the heat if we ever get through these morasses," said Harry. He felt the bridle suddenly pulled out of his hand, and turned to catch his runaway horse, but the horse had been shot dead and his body had fallen into the swamp.
"You never said truer syllable, old Tom," retorted Hurry, who smarted under Judith's observations; "the devil-tongued youngsters of the garrison have proved her undoing! I scarce know Jude any longer, and shall soon take to admiring her sister, who is getting to be much more to my fancy." "I'm glad to hear this, Harry, and look upon it as a sign that you're coming to your right senses.
"I'm going to get her to pay us a visit in the spring." Harry went out to feed and water the horses. "Did you get along all right?" Samson asked. "Colonel Lukins did the chores faithfully, night and morning," Sarah answered. "His wife helped me with the sewing yesterday. She talked all day about the 'Colonel. Mrs.
As the boatswain was so anxious to remain, Harry at last consented to his proposal. "We must put you up a hut, however, before we return to the settlement," he observed; "and after we have had dinner we will set to work about it." There was a wood at some little distance; and, as soon as the meal was over, all hands repaired there to cut timber for the proposed hut.
Then, as Harry gave full meed of appreciative praise and thanks, Sir James said, 'Lend me thine harp, Malcolm; I have learnt thy song now; and thou, Harry, must hear and own how far our Scottish minstrelsy exceeds thy boasted Chevy Chase.
Kelson was now staring almost stupidly at Gifford. "Neither of you gentlemen saw my brother dancing?" Henshaw demanded sharply. "I saw nothing of him at all in the ballroom," Gifford answered, "as I did not arrive till about midnight. Did you see him, Harry?" he asked, as though with the design of rousing Kelson from his rather suspicious attitude.
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