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Just as the sun touched the sea, Lestrange, rousing himself from a torpor into which he had sunk, raised himself and looked over the gunwale. He saw the quarter-boat drifting a cable's length away, lit by the full light of sunset, and the spectres in it, seeing him, held out in mute appeal their blackened tongues. Of the night that followed it is almost impossible to speak.
Children, in fact, when they could get at Mr Button, went for him con amore. He was as attractive to them as a Punch and Judy show or a German band almost. Mr Lestrange after a while closed the book he was reading, looked around him and sighed.
Could Arthur Lestrange have talked like that? Could he have spoken the poetry like that? The bookbinder was worth a hundred of him! Could Arthur shoe a horse? What if the working man were to turn out the real lord of the creation, and the gentleman have to black his boots! There was something like it in the gospel!
The sky was so cloudy, and the twilight so far advanced, that neither of them, Barbara absorbed in the poem and Richard in the last of his day's work, had heard any one enter. "Why don't you ring for a lamp?" said Lestrange. "There is no occasion; I have just done," answered Richard. "You cannot surely see in this light!" said Arthur, who was short-sighted.
As to Lestrange, against a man who was as ready to laugh as to preach, and into whose ardent soul nature had infused a saving sense of the whimsical in life and character, cynicism and vanity seemed to have no case. Robert's quick temper had been wonderfully disciplined by life since his Oxford days.
You can't give a single valid reason why you don't like them." "Yes, indeed," said Father Payne. "and then, again, there are authors whom you like at a certain age and under certain circumstances, and who end by boring you; and again, authors whom you don't like when you are young, and like better when you are old. Does your idea of loyalty apply also to books, Lestrange, or to music?"
Gladstone, ef it only knew it! that afterwards he never missed a lecture. Lestrange was more difficult. He had the inherited temperament of the Genevese frondeur, which made Geneva the headquarters of Calvinism in the sixteenth century, and bids fair to make her the headquarters of continental radicalism in the nineteenth.
Just put that joint to your nose, sir! That's part of what you smell so strong in the room." He held out the book to him, but Lestrange drew back: it was not fit his nose should stoop to the request of a tradesman! Richard replaced the book, and took down one after another of the same set. "Every one, you see, sir," he said, "going the same way! Dust to dust!"
Warner's nose, is, however, inaccurate in a respect that strikes me as important. In comparison with this, the act of punching was an outward, instantaneous, and even natural gesture. Believe me, yours faithfully, Burton Lestrange. "I have numberless other letters," continued Moon, "all bearing witness to this widespread feeling about my eminent friend; and I therefore think that Dr.
Of course war has a great and instinctive prestige about it; are we not misled by that into accepting it as an inevitable business?" "No, I believe there is a real gain," said Lestrange, "in the national sense of unity, in the feeling of having been equal to an emergency." "But are you speaking of a nation which conquers or a nation which is defeated?" said Father Payne.
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