Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 3, 2025
Rosalie locked the office-door and followed the others quickly. In front of the Hotel Trois Couronnes a painful thing was happening. Germain Boily, the horse-trainer, fresh from his disappointment with the widow Plomondon, had driven his tamed moose up to the Trois Couronnes, and had drunk enough whiskey to make him ill-tempered.
"I'm very good at obeying," explained Jeremy, "if someone says something; but if someone doesn't, there isn't anyone to obey." Uncle Samuel shook his head. "You'll be a bit of a prig, my son, if you aren't careful," he said. "I think it will be splendid to be a horse-trainer," said Jeremy. "It was a lovely horse to-night... And I only spent a shilling. I had three and threepence halfpenny."
Stewart's horror upon being met at the railway station by "the wild West show," as she stigmatized her niece's riding and her horses, for rarely did Peggy Stewart ride unless accompanied by her two beautiful horses and the wolfhound, and her riding was a source of marvel to more than one, her instructor having been Shelby, the veteran horse-trainer, who had been employed at Severndale ever since Peggy could remember, and whose early days had been spent upon a ranch in the far West where a man had to ride anything which possessed locomotive powers.
"Your father didn't go to church," said Uncle Samuel. "So your sins were quickly discovered." Jeremy said nothing. Just as they were climbing Orange Street he said: "Uncle Samuel, I think I'll be a horse-trainer." "Oh, will you?... Well, before you train horses you've got to train yourself. Think of others beside yourself. A fine state you've put your mother into to-night."
And no wonder, for, as it turned out, the island was simply honeycombed by his spies and agents. You have no idea; people who seemed most respectable, people we ourselves had dealings with..." He rattled on at immense length, the barrister taking huge pinches of yellow snuff, and smiling genially with the air of a horse-trainer watching a pony go faultlessly through difficult tricks.
She put her arm round the dog's neck, and said to the crowd, "Some one come only one ah, yes, you, Monsieur!" she added, as Charley, who had just arrived on the scene, came forward. "Only you, if you can lift him. Take him to my house." Her arm still round the dog, she talked to him, as Charley came forward, and, lifting up the body of the little horse-trainer, drew him across his shoulder.
She was the one person, save Rosalie, who could always divert old Louis, and this morning she puckered his sour face with amusement by the story of the courtship of the widow Plomondon and Germain Boily the horse-trainer, whose greatest gift was animal-training, and greatest weakness a fondness for widows, temporary and otherwise.
She was the one person, save Rosalie, who could always divert old Louis, and this morning she puckered his sour face with amusement by the story of the courtship of the widow Plomondon and Germain Boily the horse-trainer, whose greatest gift was animal-training, and greatest weakness a fondness for widows, temporary and otherwise.
"You won't be late that is, nothing to speak of. The Institute is just round the top here." "You don't mean to say you're going to let that mule beat you?" exclaimed the Countess. "I was only thinking of your being late." "Oh, bother!" said she. "Your mule may be ruined." The horse-trainer in her was aroused. "And then my arm?" said Denry. "Shall I drive back?" the Countess suggested.
The pony regarded them with indifference, but the colt shied and plunged. "Whoa, Liz!" Liz was Ranald's contraction for Lizette, the name of the French horse-trainer and breeder, Jules La Rocque, gave to her mother, who in her day was queen of the ice at L'Original Christmas races. "Be quate, Nigger, will you!"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking