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He is a great ironmaster, and has wharves and warehouses, and goodness knows what, at North Shields. How hard it seems! 'What seems hard? I asked absently. 'That money should be so unequally divided. Do you know, I don't think I should much mind going out as a governess: it would be a way of seeing life. One must meet with all sorts of adventures, going among strangers like that.
Another time, a slave bargained to sell to an ironmaster the general's anchor from out of his own galley: when discovered, he was commended for his enterprising spirit, and told he was fit to be a slave, since he knew how to gain his living.
There the red earth is freed of its "devils," as the great ironmaster has named the sulphur and phosphorus freed of its devils as the red child was freed of his sins by the touch of holy water from the fingers of Allouez out in those very forests from which the red ore was dug and comes forth purified, to be cast into flaming ingots, to be again heated and then crushed and moulded and sawed and pierced for the better service of man.
"She in all respects deserves it," says my Lady. "I am happy, Lady Dedlock, that you say so, and I need not comment on the value to me of your kind opinion of her." "That," observes Sir Leicester with unspeakable grandeur, for he thinks the ironmaster a little too glib, "must be quite unnecessary." "Quite unnecessary, Sir Leicester. Now, my son is a very young man, and Rosa is a very young woman.
Ol' Bengtsa was the only one who wanted to have his say in the matter. "Since you're talking of money," he said, "I wonder, Nils, if you remember that note for 17,000 rix-dollars I got from the old ironmaster at Doveness? It was mislaid, if you recollect, and couldn't be found at the time when I was in such hard straits.
If, now, some clever ironmaster could only accomplish the task of making a good "street pavement" of cast iron, the increased demand for pig metal would be enormous.
An hour had elapsed without her regaining consciousness. The ironmaster was leaning over her. Suddenly her eyes opened, and she threw her arms round his neck. An acute pain passed through her hand, and she remembered everything her despair, her anguish, and her sacrifice. "One word?" she asked. "Tell me, do you love me?" Philippe showed her a radiant face. "Yes, I love you," he replied.
As a great ironmaster, he would hold a position impossible for him to attain in any other way; he would employ hundreds, perhaps thousands, of men; society would recognise him. What could he expect to be if he did nothing but loaf about the streets? This was going the right way to work.
'Tis not 'The Last Post, but 'Réveillé' that you must sound over Heronsbeck Hall this day." When Eric Chesters of Chesters Castle married Miss Brocklebridge the bold and handsome heiress of Sir William, ironmaster, baronet, and expectant baron, all the world and his wife clapped hands and cried 'an ideal arrangement, and foretold long years of success and happiness for the happy pair.
And as I know the man too, I'll have to bow if we meet going out." She placed her little gloved hand on his arm. "Then let us go," she said softly. When they reached the vestibule, Barry stopped. "It is not quite nine o'clock. Would you care to come to the Lyceum and see Rignold in 'The Ironmaster'? A cab will take us there in five minutes." "Do you really want me to go?" "Very much indeed. Come."
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