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Key's health had been very feeble. Tall, slender, with rather a sad yet handsome face, he was just the man to win a woman's heart. He was somewhat foppish, too, in his attire, riding on horseback in white leather tights and high boots. About an hour before Mr. Key was shot, he said to a young lady, whom he joined on her way home from church: "I am despondent about my health, and very desperate.
It was out of Key's reach, and he could not rise from a chair without great difficulty. Framtree did not seem to be armed, for which she was greatly attracted to him.... He had started to speak two or three times, but found no words.
"That's just the sort of house you'd like," said Ellen, for Pelle had stopped. "It would be nice to see the inside," he said. "I expect the key's to be got at the farm up there." Lasse Frederik ran up to the old farmhouse that lay a little farther in at the top of the hill, to ask.
This religious side of Key's character found expression in that fine hymn found in the hymnals of all Protestant denominations, Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise thee. *In Golden Gate Park, San Francisco. Foote, in his "Reminiscences," leads us to think highly also of Key's personal appearance, and of his powers as a public speaker.
It is a great advance from the sex hostility of Christabel Pankhurst's "Plain Facts on a Great Evil" to the co-working attitude of Louise Creighton's "Social Disease and How to Fight It," of Olive Schreiner's "Woman and Labor," of Ellen Key's "Love and Marriage," and of Gascoigne Hartley's "Truth About Woman," all of which give us hope that women with optimistic and æsthetic interpretation of sex are coming to take the lead towards a better understanding of the relations of sex and life.
The slave there carries the padlock, but master here carries the key." His attention thus directed, Captain Delano now noticed for the first, that, suspended by a slender silken cord, from Don Benito's neck, hung a key. At once, from the servant's muttered syllables, divining the key's purpose, he smiled, and said: "So, Don Benito padlock and key significant symbols, truly."
Parties had before this entered the wilderness gayly, none knew where or what for; the sedate and silent woods had kept their secret while there; they had evaporated, none knew when or where often, alas! with an unpaid account at Skinner's. Consequently, there was nothing in Key's party to challenge curiosity.
Scott gave an exclamation of something like alarm. "That'll never do!" he said. "You mustn't let them go poking about there; it would be most unsafe. Can't you lock the door?" "No, the key's lost." "I must try if I can find a padlock for it." "I wish you would. It would take a load off my mind. By the by, I wanted to warn you " But here one of the housemaids came along the landing, Mrs.
He was a printer, from Bloomington, Illinois, tall, dark, intelligent and strong-willed, and one of the bravest men I ever knew. He was ably seconded by "Limber Jim," of the Sixty-Seventh Illinois, whose lithe, sinewy form, and striking features reminded one of a young Sioux brave. He had all of Key's desperate courage, but not his brains or his talent for leadership.
"Duty's duty," he kept saying in his big voice, like a bell tolling. And then Chawner changed his note and grew a bit vicious. "So be it, Borlase," he said. "If you're that sort of fool, I'll go along with you this instant moment to the police-station; but mark this: so sure as a key's turned on me this night, by yonder hunter's moon I swear as you shan't marry Cicely.
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