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His brother, more prudent, had, in the meantime, risen to be foreman; then he married, on the strength of his handsome person, his master's blooming widow; and rose and rose, year by year, till, at the time of which I speak, he was owner of a first-rate grocery establishment in the City, and a pleasant villa near Herne Hill, and had a son, a year or two older than myself, at King's College, preparing for Cambridge and the Church that being now-a-days the approved method of converting a tradesman's son into a gentleman, whereof let artisans, and gentlemen also, take note.
The younger one, Clinton Browne, is a young artist whose landscapes were beginning to attract wide attention in Boston, and the elder, Charles Herne, a Western gentleman of some literary attainments, but comparatively unknown here in the East. There is nothing about Mr. Herne that would challenge more than passing attention.
Herne; "and, to tell you the truth, though I spoke to him just now, I expected no answer." "It's a way he has, bebee, I suppose?" "Yes, child, it's a way he has." "Take off your bonnet, bebee; perhaps he cannot see your face." "I do not think that will be of much use, child; however, I will take off my bonnet there and shake out my hair there you have seen this hair before, sir, and this face "
"BE still, effendi!" It was no more than a whisper, but it pierced Herne's understanding as a burst of light through a rent curtain. He opened his eyes wide. "Hassan!" he said faintly. "I am here, effendi." Very cautiously came the answer, and in the dimness a figure familiar to him stooped over Herne. Herne tried to raise himself and failed with a groan.
"Oh, don't!" sobbed Betty. "Don't! You hurt me so!" "Hurt you, Betty! She turned impulsively and leaned her head against him. "Major Herne, you you are awfully good to me, do you know? I shall never forget it. And if if I were not quite sure in my heart that Bobby is still alive and wanting me, I would come to you, if you really cared to have me. But but " "Do you mean that, Betty?" he said.
This moment was worth a dozen of the "real speeches" that were sighed for by the old actor in Trelawny. Few of those who saw James A. Herne in Shore Acres will forget the impressive close of the play. The stage represented the living-room of a homely country-house, with a large open fireplace at one side.
I was told that Henry cast eyes on a comely forester's daughter at the chase this morning. She may do for the nonce." Of the Mysterious Disappearance of Herne the Hunter in the Lake. Unable to procure any mitigation of Surrey's sentence, the Duke of Richmond proceeded to the Round Tower, where he found his friend in a small chamber, endeavouring to beguile his captivity by study.
Herne, pressing one hand to her heart and speaking fiercely; "he loves Maraquito. And is she not worthy to be loved? Is she go go." Mrs. Herne waved her hand. "I have told you everything you asked, and more. Should you require further information about Maraquito's love, I refer you to herself."
But why have you come here? Do you know where you are? "I know that I am in the cave of Herne the Hunter," replied Wyat; "and one of my motives for seeking it was to set you free. But there is nothing to prevent your flight now." "Alas! there is," she replied. "I am chained here by bonds I cannot break.
"Ha, ha! bebee, and here he lies, poisoned like a hog." "You have taken drows, sir," said Mrs. Herne; "do you hear, sir? drows; tip him a stave, child, of the song of poison." And thereupon the girl clapped her hands, and sang The Rommany churl And the Rommany girl, To-morrow shall hie To poison the sty, And bewitch on the mead The farmer's steed. "Do you hear that, sir?" said Mrs.
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