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Updated: June 23, 2025
I learn from Loudon that "the ancient Welsh bards were rewarded for excelling in song by the token of the apple-spray;" and "in the Highlands of Scotland the apple-tree is the badge of the clan Lamont." Loudon says, that "it grows spontaneously in every part of Europe except the frigid zone, and throughout Western Asia, China, and Japan."
The Abbe stood finding the place in his book; Lamont was at a safe distance, however, trying to induce her to rise. The Coadjutor's clear voice was heard. 'Benedicite, Messieurs, he said, and oh! the start they gave! 'What hole function am I interrupting, M. l'Abbe?
It had only been a few years since he had performed this same trick with a gourd suspended from a nail in his father's back kitchen, overlooking a field of growing corn; but that fact was not public property not here in New York. "Yes smooth, and with something of the hills in it. Chateau Lamont, is it not, of '61?"
"The fact is that is to say you see " And just then the widow opened the kitchen window and called to 'em. "Colonel Lamont," says she, "there's a sailboat beating up the harbor, and I think the folks on it are looking for you." The colonel excused himself, and run off down the hill toward the back side of the point, and Asaph was left alone with the girl.
At first I saw no one, and I was about to turn away, believing my ears must have deceived me, when suddenly the tall alder-bushes parted, and a man stepped forth, beckoning to me, and that man, my lady, was Mr. Victor Lamont!" Sally Gardiner grew deathly pale as Antoinette's words fell upon her ear. Had she heard aright, or were her ears playing her a horrible trick? "Mr.
He tried to argue me into it by assuring me that the Prince would henceforth be all- powerful in France, and that M. de Lamont was his protege, and that I was not consulting my own interest, those of my son, or of my family, by my refusal.
The artist, who kept his flies a good deal of the time out of the boat, frankly confessed that he would prefer an honest worm and hook, or a net, or even a grappling-iron. Miss Lamont, with a great deal of energy, kept her line whirling about, and at length, on a successful cast, landed the artist's hat among the water-lilies.
This made him frown, and his face, always harsh, and only redeemed from ugliness by the fire of his eyes, became almost frightful, so that it might have terrified a weak person into yielding; but of course all he could then do was to make a sign to M. de Lamont to approach, present him to me, and say, 'I have requested Madame to reconsider her decision, with which he bowed and left us tete-a-tete in the throng.
Life is too good to lose for nothing. A mine is good, but there are better things than mines." "Meaning?" said Brown. "Men!" said Jack with emphasis. "And," shouted Brown, slipping his arm round his wife, "women." "Brown," said Jack solemnly, "as my friend Pierre Lamont would say, 'you have reason."
Upon the veranda they encountered Miss Lamont and the artist, whose natural enjoyment of the scene somewhat restored her equanimity. Could there be anything more refined and charming in the world than this landscape, this hospitable, smiling house, with the throng of easy-mannered, pleasant-speaking guests, leisurely flowing along in the conventional stream of social comity.
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