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The great guns were thundering and roaring, musketry was rattling, round-shot, and chain-shot, and grape, and langridge, and missiles of every description, invented for carrying on the bloody game of war, were hissing through the air, crashing against the sides of the ships, rending them asunder, shattering the tall masts and spars, sending their death-dealing fragments flying around, and hurling to the deck, mangled and bleeding, the gallant seamen as they stood at their quarters in all the pride of manhood, fighting for the honour and glory of their respective countries.
She thinks my name sweetly pretty; but she wonders why we call Hester, Hatty, which she says is quite low and ugly, and hardly, is the proper short for Hester. She says Hatty and Gatty are properly short for Harriet, and Hester should be Essie, which is much prettier. But then we call Esther Langridge, Essie, and we could not do with two Essies.
It was to be "in the full tide of happiness" for Nelson to destroy five thousand five hundred and twenty-five of his fellow-creatures, and have his own scalp torn open by a piece of langridge shot.
Day peered at him gravely through his spectacles. "I set you no imposition; but Mr. Langridge did." Dunstable imitated that eminent tactician, Br'er Rabbit. He "lay low and said nuffin." "Surely," continued Mr. Day, in tones of mild reproach, "you did not think that you could take Mr. Langridge in?" Dunstable rather thought he had taken Mr. Langridge in; but he made no reply. "Well," said Mr. Day.
Fanny's wedding was very smart and gay, and everybody came to it. The bridesmaids were we three, Esther Langridge, and two cousins of Ambrose's, whose names are Annabel Catterall and Priscilla Minshull. I rather liked Annabel, but Priscilla was horrid. She reminded me of Angus's saying about turning up one's eyes like a duck in thunder.
There was a friendly note from Addison, my old school-friend, calling my attention to two discrepancies and a printer's error in my new book, with one from Langridge venting some vexation over Minton. The rest were business communications. I breakfasted in bed. The glow of pain at my side seemed more massive. I knew it was pain, and yet, if you can understand, I did not find it very painful.
As soon as the pirate was within range, having reconnoitred her antagonists, she ceased pulling, and commenced firing from a small piece of cannon, which was mounted on her bows. The grape and langridge which she poured upon, them wounded several of the men, although Philip had ordered them to lie down flat on the raft and in the boats.
Essie Langridge was very quiet all the evening; I fancy she was rather frightened of Cecilia. She said very little. Father had a long day's hunting yesterday, and Angus Drummond went with him. Mr Keith would not go, though Father laughed about it, and asked if he were afraid of the hares eating him up. Neither would he go to the hunt-supper, afterwards.
When you do come to something beautiful, then, you see how beautiful it is." Then, changing his tone, he went on, "Esther Langridge sent you her love, Cary, and told me to say she was coming up here this afternoon." I did not quite wish that Esther would keep away, and yet I came very near doing it. She is not a beautiful thing I mean in her ways and manners.
Langridge's form, for he was certain of his move up. He acted accordingly. He spent the earlier part of Wednesday morning in breaches of the peace. Mr. Langridge, instead of pulling him up, put him on to translate; Dunstable went on to translate. As he had not prepared the lesson and was not an adept at construing unseen, his performance was poor.
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