Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 18, 2025
All-white is entirely blameless from the standpoint of good taste, and has a dainty fineness in the Haviland of which one rarely tires, while it never clashes with anything else on the table. It is so infinitely preferable to cheap, gaudy decorations, so sincerely and honestly what it seems to be, that it has a certain self-respecting quality which one cannot help but admire.
The curé's sermon following as before detailed, the congregation appeared oppressed with its denunciation, but it produced, no effect whatever upon Haviland, the Liberal leader, whose countenance rested its dark eyes on the tablets of his ancestors in the transept wall before him. A noble looking man of fifty years, stood waiting to meet them as they made their way out.
After quite a lengthy conversation on this subject, my new lady friend, to whom I had related a portion of my Louisville experience, was waiting for an opportunity to put a joke on the Louisville doctor, and called me by name. At this the astonished doctor said: "I reckon this is not Mrs. Haviland, is it?" "That is the name by which I am called."
Haviland, who followed her name promptly into the breakfast- room. A fine, large, beautifully gowned woman, with a prayer book in her white-gloved hand, and a veil holding her close, handsome spring hat in place, she glanced at the coffee and hot bread with superiority only possible to a person whose own breakfast is several hours past.
Once Xiste Brin said to me, 'Monsieur the Director, you have a good heart. Deign to accept my professions, monseigneur, of a loyalty the most solemn, of a breast for ever faithful." "I have always accepted your friendship, Benoit, and trusted you," smiled generous Haviland. "See here, Zotique, give Benoit a responsible post.
"It's a very serious thing," the other assented placidly. "But Clarence has no one but himself to blame." "Only Clarence won't BE blamed, my dear; men never are!" Mrs. Haviland suggested unkindly. Rachael reddened. "I don't care what they say or whom they blame!" she answered proudly.
Let the struggle rest on our fundamental emotions of race! Why can we not" The face of the impetuous schoolmaster began to flame into eagerness and fire. "Because," interrupted Haviland, firmly, "we are in this particular country. Would you have us enter upon a campaign of injustice and ill-will? Leave that, and the glory of it, to Grandmoulin and to Picault!"
Rachael sighed a long deep sigh, but no other answer was demanded, for the knot of onlookers welcomed them eagerly to the benches beside the courts, and even the players Gardner Haviland, Louis Chase, a fat young man in an irreproachable tennis costume; Warren Gregory and Joe Butler found time for a shouted "Hello!"
But I had to come to you, an' I've run all the way. James put the horse to the cart and drove Mary down. Mary told me all about it when I came home. 'I found her just as Annie said; but she broke down and cried in my arms. Oh, Joe! it was awful! She didn't cry like a woman. I heard a man at Haviland cry at his brother's funeral, and it was just like that. She came round a bit after a while.
Haviland blandly accepted her existence, but in her heart she was far from feeling satisfied. She was, of course, an absolutely competent mother to girls, but she felt that she would have been a more capable and wonderful mother to boys. More than six years after Isabelle's birth Florence Haviland began to talk smilingly of "my boy."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking