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He inquired personally into the circumstances of his petitioners, visited the sick in their beds,....and kept a regular list of industrious poor, whom he assisted with small sums to make up their accounts." At Marlow, the miserable condition of the lace-makers called forth all his energies; and Mrs.
Tom sat still and contemplated him soberly a moment. Then he said "Rise, lad. Who art thou. What wouldst have?" The boy rose, and stood at graceful ease, but with an aspect of concern in his face. He said "Of a surety thou must remember me, my lord. I am thy whipping-boy." "My WHIPPING-boy?" "The same, your Grace. I am Humphrey Humphrey Marlow."
We went to a good many shops, adopting this principle at each one; and the consequence was that, by the time we had finished, we had as fine a collection of boys with baskets following us around as heart could desire; and our final march down the middle of the High Street, to the river, must have been as imposing a spectacle as Marlow had seen for many a long day.
Judge H. P. Biddle. "And what an end lies before us! To have a consciousness of our own ideal being flashed through us from the thought of God! Surely, for this may well give way all our paltry self-consciousness, our self-admiration and self-worships! Surely, to know what He thinks about us will pale out of our souls all our thoughts about ourselves!" George MacDonald. MARLOW, September .
Maybe his father's old friend Sir Humphrey Marlow would help him 'good old Sir Humphrey, Head Lieutenant of the late King's kitchen, or stables, or something' Miles could not remember just what or which.
"Know you Sir Humphrey Marlow?" The boy started, and said to himself, "Lord! mine old departed father!" Then he answered aloud, "Right well, your worship." "Good is he within?" "Yes," said the boy; and added, to himself, "within his grave." "Might I crave your favour to carry my name to him, and say I beg to say a word in his ear?" "I will despatch the business right willingly, fair sir."
Baxter to them at Marlow, when he wrote a most enthusiastic letter about Shelley and Mary to his daughter Isabel Booth, Mary had hoped for a renewal of the friendship which had afforded her so much pleasure as a girl, and she invited Isabel to accompany them to Italy; but this Mr. Booth would not allow, and, in fact, he appears to have treated his father-in-law, Mr.
He began to point out and explain the various pictures photographs of his mills, warehouses, town office, his own private house, grounds, surroundings, chatting unconcernedly about each. And while the two men were thus engaged in came Mrs. Marlow, bringing letters which needed Fullaway's signature. "Mrs.
As for this unfortunate man of whose actions the course of our memoirs obliges us to treat, he was descended from parents who lived at Marlow, in the county of Salop, who were equally honest in their reputations, and easy in their circumstances. They spared nothing in the education of their son, and it is hard to say whether their care of him was more or his application was less.
Juliet drew back, looking paler than ever. "What do you know of him." "Very little," said Cuthbert quickly. "Was he at Rose Cottage on the night in question?" "No. He was not there. I did not see him." "Yet he was at the Marlow Theatre with you." "Yes. He left the theatre before I did." "Sit down, Juliet, and tell me exactly how you came to be at Rose Cottage on that night and why you went."
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