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Updated: May 3, 2025
But he said he'd marked something for Mutimer. I'm to pass the paper on to him. 'I suppose this is the same woman ? 'No doubt. 'You think it's true? 'True? Why, of course it is. A newspaper with a reputation to support can't go printing people's names at haphazard. Keene's very thick with all the London actors. He told me some first-class stories about 'Never mind, interposed his mother.
Barry, and he gave it to me with many kind speeches, and promises to bring out the play very soon. I hope he will. My farce is in the hands of Mrs. W. H. Smith, who acts at Laura Keene's theatre in New York. She took it, saying she would bring it out there. If you see or hear anything about it, let me know. I want something doing. My mornings are spent in writing.
But will you not see a clergyman? He might help you though I am weak and powerless." A shadow of the old sardonic scorn swept across Keene's emaciated face, and passed away as suddenly. "It is somewhat late for any help that priests can bring. Besides, I can not dwell now on any of my past sins, save one. All my thoughts are taken up with the wrong that I have done to you." This was true.
The Honourable Miss Delmar was softened down by the dexterous reasoning of her nephew; she was delighted to find so much virtue extant in a sailor; and, after an hour's conversation, the married couple were sent for, graciously pardoned, and Mrs Keene, after receiving a very tedious lecture, received a very handsome present. But if her mistress was appeased, Mrs Keene's mother was not.
Hurlstone's past reserve only as being less interesting. Hurlstone did not return Miss Keene's confidences not because he wished to deceive her, but that he preferred to entertain her; while she did not care to know his secret now that it no longer affected their sympathy in other things.
"Have a seat, sir," urged the apothecary. His visitor again declined, with his uniform melancholy grace. He drew close to Frowenfeld. "Ah wand you mague me one ouangan," he said. Joseph shook his head. He remembered Doctor Keene's expressed suspicion concerning the assault of the night before. "I do not understand you, sir; what is that?" "You know."
It was doubtful whether she came up to the wedding or not, she said, as Ben had positively refused to come, or to leave the city either, and kept her constantly on the watch lest he should elope with a second-rate actress at Laura Keene's theatre. Rosamond laughed heartily when Mr.
Those scrawling lines, roaming from blot to blot across the soiled sheet, had communicated to Jane no pain of a personal sort. So far, indeed, as their trend took her on the score of feeling, she might even have found something satisfying in Mr. Keene's news, since this was merely a statement of his financial disability.
I tell you, it was a bit of a jar to get half an hour before the match started. Willis has sprained his ankle, apparently; Keene's damaged his wrist; and Ballard has smashed his collar-bone. I don't suppose they'll be able to play in the 'Varsity match. Rotten luck for Cambridge.
The two Mexican girls threw themselves in Miss Keene's arms, and then suddenly drew back with a movement of bashful and diffident respect. "Do, pray, ask them, for I daren't," whispered Mrs. Brimmer, trying to clasp a mantilla around her, "how this thing is worn, and if they haven't got something like a decent bonnet to lend me for a day or two?"
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