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Updated: May 31, 2025
A heart as bold as his brought up the cuirassiers who turned the tide of battle on Marston Moor. As skilful an eye as his watched the Scottish army descending from the heights over Dunbar.
Hamlet himself is almost more of a satirist than a philosopher: Asper and Macilente, Felice and Malevole, the grim studies after Hamlet unconsciously or consciously taken by Jonson and Marston, may pass as wellnigh passable imitations, with an inevitable streak of caricature in them, of the first Hamlet; they would have been at once puerile and ghastly travesties of the second.
You didn't come here at this hour in the morning merely to bring me the news." "No, I didn't, Judge Marston. I want my railroad." "You shall have it," was the prompt response. "What have you done since our last discussion of the subject?" "I tried to 'obliterate' Judge MacFarlane, as you suggested. But I failed in the first step. Bucks and Meigs refused to approve the quo warranto."
Several of the old hands signified their assent to this suggestion by a grunt, although to unaccustomed eyes the objects in question looked more like crows than horsemen, and their motion was for some time scarcely perceptible. "I sees pack-horses among them," cried young Marston in an excited tone; "an' there's three riders; but there's som'thin' else, only wot it be I can't tell."
The two lads stood looking on for some time, until the gates were closed, and then, as the men sauntered away to their lodgings, Mr Marston joined them. "What did you fill the dike for, Mr Marston?" said Dick. "Yes: wasn't it to try how it would go?" "No," said the young engineer. "I did not want it filled. The gates were left open." "And what are you going to do now?"
Lansing, "I've often thought it's a pity George didn't marry somebody nice and sensible." "Would you apply that description to Sylvia?" "Sylvia stands apart," Mrs. Lansing declared. "She can do what nobody else would venture on, and yet you feel you must excuse her." "Have you any particular exploit of hers in your mind?" "I was thinking of when she accepted Dick Marston.
The Captain, who before clerking on a Mississippi steamboat had been professor of Mathematics in an Indiana university, felt quite at home at the work. He rained figures from his pencil with a velocity that would have made Marston stare. "Well?" at last asked Barbican, seeing the Captain stop and throw a somewhat hasty glance over his work.
Marston, however, heard, as she was designed to do, the young lady tittering and whispering to herself, as she lighted her candle in the hall. This scene mortified and grieved poor Mrs. Marston inexpressibly. She was little, if at all, accessible to emotions of anger and certainly, none such mingled in the feelings with which she regarded Mademoiselle de Barras.
We attack the defiles of the Argonne to-morrow." He entered the tent, wrote a few lines, and returned to me. "M. Lafayette must consider himself as a prisoner; but as my wish is to treat him with honour, I must beg of you, M. Marston, to take charge of him for the time.
So he was married whether "out of hand" or not we cannot tell by the excellent clergyman of Pine Point settlement. On the same day, and the same hour, March Marston was married "out of hand," also, no doubt to the vision in leather!
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