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If the cream is not very rich, add the whites of two eggs. From MRS. GEORGE W. LAMAR, of Georgia, Alternate Lady Manager. One quart of cream; sweeten and flavor with two wine-glasses of wine and a half teaspoonful of vanilla. Whip with an egg whip until it becomes very thick.
Lamar and I were brought together oddly enough in 1869 by Carl Schurz, and thenceforward we were the most devoted friends.
There is a certain Orientalism in the mind of Mr. Lamar, strangely admixed with typical Americanism. He is full of reflection, full of imagination; seemingly careless, yet closely observant; apparently dreamy, yet altogether practical. It is the possession of these contradictory qualities which accounts for Mr. Lamar's political course.
"You may think so, Edward," was the seriously-spoken answer; "but I am very sure that the concern now oppressing my heart is far more deeply grounded than your words indicate. Who, beside Mr. Lamar, told you that he saw, or believed that he saw, Mr. Lyon?" "Mr. Allison." "Mr. Allison!" "Yes." "Where did he see him?" "He didn't see him at all," confidently answered Mr. Markland. "He saw Mr.
"I don't know. He hired the barn from me for two weeks and paid in advance. He told me if I wanted to address him the best way was 'Dr. K. Lamar, General Delivery, New York City." "Ah, then I suppose I had better write to him," said Kennedy, apparently much gratified to learn the name. "I presume he'll be taking away his apparatus soon?" "Can't say. There's enough of it.
But at half past ten his embarrassment suddenly left him and a pull of breathless interest took him completely out of himself Nancy Lamar had come out of the dressing-room. She was dressed in yellow organdie, a costume of a hundred cool corners, with three tiers of ruffles and a big bow in back until she shed black and yellow around her in a sort of phosphorescent lustre.
He is dishonest, tricky, a liar, and a cheat. If I could prove it I would tell him so, but he's too clever for me. I do know, however, that he pulled the strings which controlled every move Stella Lamar ever made. When she went to dinner with me it was because Manton wished her to do so. She was his right hand, his ears, almost his mouth.
It grew late. Lamar's supper was brought up from Captain Dorr's, and placed on the bench. He poured out a goblet of water. "Come, Charley, let's drink. To Liberty! It is a war-cry for Satan or Michael." They drank, laughing, while Ben stood watching. Dorr turned to go, but Lamar called him back, stood resting his hand on his shoulder: he never thought to see him again, you know.
If there ever lived four men insensible to fear, or superior to corruption, they were the four brothers Lamar. They are all in eternity, and their descendants are few, but they wear unstained the mantle of their ancestry. L.Q.C. Lamar, the elder brother of the four, was educated at Franklin College, and studied law in Milledgeville. Very soon after, he was admitted to the Bar.
During that time Gabriel made frequent excursions to the southern and even to the Mexican settlements, and on the return from his last trip he brought up news which caused the Indians, for that year, to forsake their hunting, and remain at home. General Lamar and his associates had hit upon a plan not only treacherous, but in open defiance of all the laws of nations.
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