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Presently, the second mate came in with a note from the bo'sun, which he laid upon the table for the girl to read, the which she beckoned me to do also, and so I discovered that it was a suggestion, written very rudely and ill-spelt, that they should send us a quantity of reeds from the island, with which we might be able to ease the weed somewhat from around the stern of the hulk, thus aiding her progress.

Many are letters from women, some in beautiful handwriting, on thick paper; others on scraps of paper, in painful hands, ill-spelt.

Accordingly, he wrote long letters very pathetic, though ill-spelt to Earl Fitzwilliam, Earl Spencer, General Birch Reynardson, and other gentlemen, telling them that he had nothing to do with these appeals in his favour, and that he required no assistance whatever.

Arthur's letters to his father and Graeme, so clear and full of all they wished to hear about, "so like a printed book," made it all the harder for her to bear her disappointment over Sandy's obscure, ill-spelt and indifferently-written letter.

You coward! Why, a baby could have seen through your miserable sham, ill-spelt letter, with the words all slanting the wrong way." "I don't know what letter you mean. Has the Doctor been showing you the letter he was talking about?" "No," said Glyn mockingly, as he read in the troubled face before him that he was quite right.

Meanwhile the Pre-Raphaelites wrote to tell him that they were neither Papists nor Puseyites. The day after his second letter was published he received an ill-spelt missive, anonymously abusing them. This was the sort of thing to interest his love of poetical justice. He made the acquaintance of several of the Brethren.

Mary wrote the other brothers ill-spelt, tear-stained letters, which proved her heart had not grown cold to them; and the three brothers went on living as the five had done. It was a bitter, bitter spring when Mary's letters ceased altogether. They had had a short letter from her early in January, and then no word afterwards. February went by gray and with showers of sleet: no word came.

He had given them a devoir de style to write on the glory of France, and, as he read the childish, ill-spelt prophecies of his country's greatness, he laughed, for the Germans were in retreat, the worst of the anxiety was over, and Paris was saved.

It was a beautiful letter, highly scented, on a pink paper, and with a light green seal. I could not sleep ONE WINK for thinking of what had become of my odious old monstre, and only got to rest in the morning after sending for Mr. You may fancy my state when I read your poor dear old ill-spelt letter. I saw him I wept I cried I fell at his odious knees. Nothing would mollify the horrid man.

It was one of several letters that arrived that morning. After opening two appeals from charitable institutions, Mrs. Ormonde found an envelope which, from the handwriting upon it, she judged to be a similar communication from a private source. The address was laboriously scrawled, and ill-spelt; the postage stamp was badly affixed; there were finger-marks on the back.

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