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Updated: June 29, 2025


Jacqueline!" Then I heard Simon's voice, and with the sound of it my dream came back with prophetic clearness. "Bonjour, M. Hewlett!" he called mockingly. "This way! This way!" I turned and rushed blindly in the direction of the cry.

My hands were bare and numb, except where the cold steel of the pistol triggers seared my fingers like molten metal. They had formed a wider circle round me, and pistol range is longer than snowball range, so that they struck me no more. I heard the shouts and mockery still, but never Jacqueline's voice. "Here, M. Hewlett, here!" piped Philippe Lacroix once more.

It must be confessed that the Admiral suffered a distinct shock as he was presented to the hero of Petronella's romance. Here was no courtly youth of the type of the military male line of Petronella's family, but a muscular young giant of masterful bearing. The Hewlett men had commanded men; one could see at a glance that Justin Hare had also commanded women.

Some interesting particulars of the services of Lt. Col. Hewlett during the Revolution are to be found in Jones' Loyalist History of New York. He was a brave and capable officer. We cannot at this time follow further the fortunes of the Loyalists of 1733. Their privations and their toils were not in vain.

The change from the Central school, with its secondary education, the the High school, with its arrangement to carry on the pupils further, was made by the late Mr. Sherring, and to his assiduous care and efficient management its success is largely due. It maintains its character under the superintendence of our friend Mr. Hewlett, who has arranged for the opening of a B.A. class.

Hewlett and some others are taken and clapped up; and they say the King hath sent over to dissolve the Parliament there, who went very high against the Commissioners. Pray God send all well! 21st.

I cried, more amused now than vexed. "That," answered Tom, "is precisely why I want to get hold of you again, Mr. Hewlett." "But here is Mlle. Duchaine!" shouted the old priest in despair. Tom Carson raised his fat old body about five inches and made Jacqueline what he took to be a bow. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, miss," he replied. "Ah, well, it doesn't matter.

Maurice Hewlett has cleverly turned the charge that those 'who oppose war are sentimentalists, by risposting that the believers in war are the real sentimentalists: "they do not see the murder beneath the khaki and the flags." Tolstoi was one of the first novelists to strip war of its glamour, and portray its dull, commonplace filth, and its unspeakable horror.

To acquire such a fame demanded a force of character, which, if not accurately painted by these loving and fanciful narrators, cannot have fallen far short of the glory with which the world will forever associate the name of the Cid Campeador. By HENRY G. HEWLETT

I do like a congruous background don't you?" His hostess was silent. No one but Hewlett Winsloe had ever spoken of her grandfather as "the old gentleman." "It's a hundred times better than I could have hoped," her visitor continued, with a cheerful disregard of her silence. "The seclusion, the remoteness, the philosophic atmosphere there's so little of that kind of flavor left!

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