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"Arenta would hardly have given you any opportunity. I wonder at what hour she will release Joris Van Heemskirk!" "It will be later than it ought to be."
"That is so and thy mistake first of all. Hurry is misfortune; even to be happy, it is not wise to hurry. Listen now! Joris has written to his grandfather, and also to me, and very busy he will keep us both. His grandfather is to look after the stables and the horses, and to buy more horses, and to hire serving men of all kinds.
"The pistol, Betty!" cried the plucky little woman as her feet touched the ground; but as Betty, with equally reckless courage, drew their only weapon from its hiding-place, the young Englishman rushed at Joris with an oath, exclaiming,
Cornelia Moran was there and no flower of Paradise is so sweet, so fair!" "A very proud girl! I am glad she said 'no' to my Joris." "Come, my Lysbet, we will now pray and sleep. There is so much NOT to say." One afternoon in the late autumn Annie was sitting watching Hyde playing with his dog, a big mastiff of noble birth and character.
"My mother felt sure there was a letter from father, and I came at once to get it for her." "Was there one?" "There was none." "It will come in good time. Now, I must go. I have not one moment to lose. Good-bye, dear Joris!" "For how long, my friend?" "I know not. Sabrina is incurably ill. I shall stay with her till she departs."
Often he tried to injure me with General Washington; often he accused me of showing partiality to certain officers in the army; only last year he prevented my election to the Senate by using all his influence in favour of Joris Van Heemskirk. If he has not done me more injury and more injustice, 'tis because he has not had the opportunity. And you want me to give Cornelia to his son!
What know they about it? Rest would not be heaven to my friend Alexander Semple. To work, to be up and doing His Will, that would be his delight." "I wonder, Joris, if in the next life we shall know each other?" "My Lysbet, in this life do we know each other?" "I think not. Here has come our dear Joris full of trouble to thee, for his father has said such things as I could not have believed.
Great torches, although it was high noon were burning along the road, at intervals of four or five feet, in a continuous line reaching from the platform at Kiel to the portal of Saint Joris, through which the entrance to the city was to be made. Inside the gate a stupendous allegory was awaiting the approach of the new sovereign.
Think you, when God calls me He will say 'Councillor' or 'Senator'? No, He will say 'Jons Van Heemskirk! and I shall answer to that name. But you know well, Lysbet, this bloody trial of liberty in Paris touches all the world beside." "Forgive me, Joris! A shame it is to be cross with thee, nor am I cross even with that poor Arenta. A child, a very child she is."
His pupils spread his praise, and so many new ones came that he took the old quarters of Swanenburch. In Sixteen Hundred Thirty-one, there came to him a young man who was to build a deathless name for himself Gerard Dou. Then to complete the circle came Joris van Vliet, whose reputation as an engraver must ever take a first rank.
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