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Liston, in his early career, was a favourite at Newcastle-upon-Tyne, and having applied to the manager for a remuneration equal to the increased value of his services, he refused the request, adding, "If you are dissatisfied you are welcome to leave me; such actors as you, sir, are to be found in every bush."
Every eye was strained toward the Old Town, and soon the poor woman was seen about to emerge from it; but she was walking in her usual way, and they felt she could not carry her person so if she knew. At the last house she was seen to stop and speak to a fisherman and his wife that stood at their own door. "They are telling her," was then the cry. Beeny Liston then proceeded on her way.
They reached Liston Street at last, and separated at the door, Miss Tyrell shaking hands with the skipper in a way which conveyed in the fullest possible manner her opinion of his behaviour that evening. A bright smile and a genial hand-shake were reserved for the mate.
Macdonald hearing this proposal, went at once to the Prince. 'It is right, he said, 'that a guard should be placed round the house of New Liston, but that guard must be furnished by the Macdonalds of Glencoe.
"And, sir, if you knew what a kind and indulgent friend he has been to me, you would not be surprised." "Well, well, I hope that you will find him in better health than he now is," said Mr Liston, in a kinder tone than usual. "Mr Plowden has also written to say that your old friend, Captain Willis, is on the point of sailing, and that a cabin in his ship will be secured for you.
"Of course," said Miss Liston, still intent on her novel, "I could " She stopped again, and looked apprehensively at me. My face, I believe, expressed nothing more than polite attention and friendly interest. "Of course," she began again, "the shallow girl his wife might might die, Mr. Wynne." "In novels," said I, with a smile, "while there's death there's hope."
Those who enjoyed the biography of Liston will chuckle over the autobiography of Munden.
Flucker went out after dinner, and left her with Sandy Liston, who was in the middle of a yarn, when some one came running in and told her Flucker was at the pier crying for her. She inquired what was the matter. "Come, an' ye'll see," was all the answer. She ran down to the pier.
"And nothing in Farlingford?" inquired Barebone, gaily; but he turned, as he spoke, and glanced once more at Miriam Liston as if in some dim way the question could not be answered by any other. She was absorbed in her book again. The print must indeed have been large and clear, for the twilight was fading fast. She looked up and met his glance with direct and steady eyes of a clear grey.
Having filled his glass, he addressed the company, with a smile on his countenance, saying, 'Ladies and gentlemen, this is the last time I shall drink your health as a public man. I do it with sincerity, and wishing you all possible happiness. There was an end to all hilarity, and the cheeks of Mrs. Liston, wife of the British minister, were wet with tears."
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