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She was always keen to scent out what might be disagreeable to other people, was Miss Spight! "Oh, it's only Horner's nonsense!" said I. "But what are these Clydes like?" "Very nice, indeed!" said Miss Pimpernell. "The mother is extremely well-bred and ladylike, and the daughter Minnie such a pretty name, Frank is quite a little darling.
He tried to speak, but his voice was so hoarse that his words were unintelligible. A blue line seemed to form around his mouth. "Merriwell's got him!" Bruce Brown lazily whispered in Tad Horner's ear. "See him squirm!" Tad was relieved, although he endeavored not to show it; but a satisfied smile crept over his rosy face, and he felt like giving Frank Merriwell the "glad hand."
One or two other boys were picking up the remains of the feast, which had been on lobsters, jam tarts, clotted cream, and the like delicacies dear to the juvenile mind. The two biggest school-boys came forward, one voluble and thick of speech about Horner's tuck-out, and "I assure you, sir, it is nothing -not a taste.
Between ourselves, I think Nelly does her work more fairly; for Ella has a marvellous ingenuity in picking out easy verses, like Jack Horner's plums, and valuing every sacred sentence, not by its subject, but by its shortness. Still, she is bound to win. "How is her health this summer?" I asked her mother, the other day. "Well, her verses weigh on her," said the good woman, solemnly.
"You come from Mr. Horner's: why do you want to see me?" again asked she, a little more loudly. "An't please your ladyship, Mr. Horner was sent for all on a sudden to Warwick this morning." His face began to work; but he felt it, and closed his lips into a resolute form. "Well?" "And he went off all on a sudden like." "Well?" "And he left a note for your ladyship with me, your ladyship."
Did I not, when the time for me to dress at last came round after an excruciatingly long interval, bestow the most elaborate and unheard-of pains on my toilet, almost rivalling Horner's generally unimpeachable "get up"? Did I not proceed in the utmost joy and gladness towards the habitation of my darling? I should rather think I did!
Andrew's Rock as soon as might be convenient. "Ah," said his sister, "I strongly suspect something wrong about the boys. Fergus was very odd and silent last night when I asked him about Jem Horner's picnic, and he said something about that Harewood cousin being an unmitigated brute." "I hope Fergus was not in a scrape." "Oh no, it is not his way. His geology is a great safeguard.
Horner's barn, as he does occasionally, it seems, and my master, as was very natural, that he had gone to his father's." "And he had fallen down the old stone quarry, had he not?" "Yes, sure enough. Mr.
It was so now with myself in, regard to Saint Canon's. Horner's engagement, Lady Dasher's contemplated removal, the idea of the curate's incubus all of which would have once filled me with surprise, astonishment, delight I only looked upon with half-amused interest.
Horner's parted lips closed again abruptly, and became compressed; her shoulders moved a little, then jerked repeatedly; her small chest heaved; she gasped, and the compressed lips relaxed to a slight contortion, then began to move, whispering and bringing forth indistinguishable mutterings. Suddenly she spoke in a loud, husky voice: "Lopa is here!" "Yes," Eugene said dryly.
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