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In truth Nature herself at the moment suggested that talk was an impertinence. The callers rose to go, with an exchange of neighborhood friendliness and invitations. "I had no idea," said Mr. Lyon, as they walked homeward, "what the New World was like." Mr. Lyon's invitation was for a week. Before the end of the week I was called to New York to consult Mr.
She read Emerson for his sweet spirit, for his belief in love and friendship, her simple Congregationalist faith remaining undisturbed by his philosophy, from which she took only a habit of toleration. "Miss Debree has gone to church," she said, in answer to Mr. Lyon's glance around the room. "To vespers?" "I believe they call it that.
Severe country for camels' feet. Grassy plain. The Lyon's river. Native fires. Another anniversary. A new watercourse. A turkey bustard. An extraordinary scene. Remarks upon the country. The harem elected to continue with us. Natta was reached in about nine miles, north-east by north from Pia.
Besides, I hinted that he might persuade Ann, and perhaps her sister Jane, to join our Lyon's Inn revels. We met by appointment on a given morning.
David Lyon's command was now all engaged. "He drove the enemy through the woods where his left first rested. He was handling his troops well. The commanding General came along where he was engaged and complimented him very highly for the manner in which he was succeeding on his part of the line. Gen. Lyon answered him in the negative. "'Is it possible? Are you not mistaken?
Meanwhile, my very dear friend MacCallum had returned to town. He lived in the outskirts, but had taken a small set of chambers at Lyon's Inn, a sitting-room and bedroom, where he had a complete library of bawdy books and pictures to excite to new efforts passions palled with excess.
He smiled as he thought of the last words Pluma Hurlhurst had said to him: "Revenge is sweet, Lester, when love is turned to bitter hatred. Help me to drag Rex Lyon's pride as low as he has this night dragged mine, and you shall have my hand as your reward. My father is an invalid he can not live much longer then you will be master of Whitestone Hall."
One of these machine-shops had been used by the rebels as an arsenal, and in it were stored piles of shot and shell, some of which proved to be loaded, and that night was made hideous by the bursting of shells, whose fragments came uncomfortably, near Judge Lyon's house, in which I was quartered.
Then speaking up, he said: "Well, you cannot blame people for being cautious, after that horrible murder at Black Hall." "That's so too," admitted the farmer. "And yet," added Mr. Berners, "they do say that it was no robber that did that murder, but the lady of the house who did it." "The lady of the house!" indignantly echoed the farmer, to Lyon's great astonishment.
Well that she could not see beyond the second rise. Let us go there to the camp. Let us stand on the little mound at the northeast of it, on the Olive Street Road, whence Captain Lyon's artillery commands it. What a change from yesterday! Davis Avenue is no longer a fashionable promenade, flashing with bright dresses.
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