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"The lady for whom she worked yesterday is named Mrs. Lowe." "Mrs. Lowe!" "Yes, sir." "And she permitted that delicate girl to sit in wet clothing, in a room without fire, on a day like yesterday?" "It is so, doctor." "Then I call Mrs. Lowe a murderer!" The doctor spoke with excess of feeling. "Do you think Mary so very ill, doctor?" asked Mrs. Grant. "I do, ma'am." "She is free from pain now."
There should be no lowe on this side of the fort after nightfall, unless the warders on the other side have news from the hills behind Dunchuach. In this matter of fire at night Dunchuach echoes Ben Bhuidhe or Ben Bhrec, and these two in their turn carry on the light of our friends farther ben in Bredalbane and Cruachan.
As soon as she thought it decently practicable, she gave a significant look at her brother and arose. "I guess we'll walk out to dinner now," said she, with solemn embarrassment. Mrs. Lowe had nothing of her brother's ease of manner; indeed, she entertained a covert scorn for it. "Daniel can be dreadful smooth an' fine when he sets out," she sometimes remarked to her daughter.
Here's the letter he sent by a messenger, for sixpence, who sold it to me for a guinea." "And what on earth are you going to do with it?" asked Athos. "Can't you guess, my dear Athos? You, who speak English like John Bull himself, are Master Tom Lowe, we, your three companions. Do you understand it now?"
So lonely and homesick was the little doctor that any word of friendliness and good-will drew the tears to her eyes. They talked a little more of Theodore Starr and then the walk to Stoneledge was continued. Marcia Lowe had never seen any of the family except from a distance, and she dreaded, more than she cared to own, the meeting now.
Nobody could have dreamed as she cut it, every turn of her burned wrist giving her pain, of the frantic haste with which she had taken that old fruit cake out of the jar down-cellar, and pulled those sprigs of myrtle from the bank under the north windows. "Will you have some weddin'-cake?" said she. The ladies each took a slice gingerly and respectfully. Mrs. Lowe and Mrs.
The ultimatum dazed him, but he was forced to understand that beyond a certain limit, heroics, fooleries, and impertinences would not be tolerated by this terrible scavenger of European bureaucracy. Lowe, in very truth, discerned the stern reality of the Emperor's piercing words, and he felt the need of greater caution bearing down on him.
You came down and opened the door to let me in." "They were shooting at you. What for?" she wanted to know. He smiled. "Don't worry about that. It's all over with. I'm sorry you were hurt in saving me," said Yesler gently. "Did I save you?" The gray eyes showed a gleam of pleasure. "You certainly did." "This is Mr. Yesler, Laska. Mr. Yesler Miss Lowe. I think you have never met."
"We are in no danger of erring, Mrs. Lowe," was answered, "on the side of considerate kindness, even to sewing-women. They are human, and have wants, and weaknesses, and bodily conditions that as imperatively demand a timely and just regard as those of the most honored guest who may sojourn with us.
This club consisted of a limited number of young merchants and officials, who had more taste for any kind of convivial entertainment than for music. But it was seduously kept together by a remarkable and ambitious man, Professor Lowe, who nursed it with special objects in view, for the attainment of which he felt the need of an authority such as I possessed at that time in Dresden.
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