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Her opinion was asked by anxious mothers and fathers and guardians. The girls whom she took into her own house and helped with her own counsel were thought the luckiest in England. Even Alice, who was reckoned a good girl as good girls go, had never before come in personal contact with Miss Ravenscroft.
At about four o'clock I lit out, climbed to the second story and there Mag, I always was the luckiest girl at the Cruelty, wasn't I? Well, there was suite 231 all torn up, plumbers and painters in there, and nothing in the world to prevent a boy's skinning through when no one was watching, out of the window and up the fire-escape. Just outside of Mrs. Kingdon's window I lay still a minute.
"Do they have good luck at Sam McFaddon's?" asked Mrs. Bray, with considerable interest in her manner. "It's the luckiest place that I know. Never dreamed of a cow or a hen that I didn't make a hit, and I dreamed of a cow last night. She was giving such a splendid pail of milk, full to the brim, just as old Spot and Brindle used to give. You remember our Spot and Brindle, Fan?" "Oh yes."
In fact, its size in proportion to its weight had assured for it sufficient buoyancy. The two inhabitants of Phina Island would for some time be kept provided in a large measure with the material wants of life, tools, arms, instruments, utensils, clothes due to the luckiest of chances. Godfrey did not dream of taking all the things to Will Tree at once.
'It is. Lucky Toots! said Conroy. 'Ay, she answered, 'he'll be the luckiest lad in London if I win through. Who's yours? 'No no one, dear. I've been in Hell for years. I only want to get out and be alive and so on. Isn't that reason enough? 'Maybe, for a man. But I never minded things much till George came. I was all stu-upid like. 'So was I, but now I think I can live.
And, no doubt, the day will come when Dostoevsky will fall from his huge eminence. Perhaps the luckiest of all the Russian authors in this respect is Tchehov. He is so obviously not a god.
The table was fairly groaning under the weight of good things to eat, for when company comes the average farmer's wife never knows when to stop bringing out the most appetizing things to eat ever seen. "Perhaps I'm the luckiest fellow going to be able to stay over-night with you, Mrs. Quackenboss," laughed Andy, as he sat down to the generous spread.
"You've always been about the same height and breadth, my friend. I saw that a long time ago. The luckiest day that ever dawned for Maud was the one on which you cut me out." "Think so?" said Jake. "Well, it wasn't a very lucky one for you, I'm afraid." "I got over it," said Saltash lightly. "I'm too great a rotter, you know, Jake, to take things much to heart.
My business is going first-rate and, if it keeps growing for the next year as it has for the past two, you'll be rich presently. When shall it be, Selma?" "You're in dreadful haste. Well, I'll promise to give the selectmen notice to-morrow that they must find another teacher." "Because the one they have now is going to become Mrs. Lewis J. Babcock. I'm the luckiest fellow, hooray! in creation.
Poor wretches, their industry is mob-worship, place-worship, parliamentary intrigue, and the multiplex art of tongue-fence: flung into that bad element, there they swim for decades long, throttling and wrestling one another according to their strength, and the toughest or luckiest gets to land, and becomes Premier.
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