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You will no doubt find it all written there!" Stair stood and watched her till she disappeared along the edge of the Water of Mays. He could not ask her any further questions, having Patsy's prohibition before him. Besides, there was his own letter, along with one for her Uncle Julian.
He had seen Cheviot, too, and had been very happy in the renewed friendship; and had been claimed as a cousin by a Balliol man, a certain Norman Ogilvie, a name well known among the Mays. "And how has Tom been getting on?" he asked, when he returned to home affairs. "Oh, I don't know," said Ethel. "He will not have my help." "Not let you help him!" exclaimed Norman. "No.
I am going out again to stay all night. Mr. May is ill, and I ought to help poor Ursula." "You go a deal after them Mays," said Tozer, with a cloud over his face. "Yes. I wonder whom else I should go after? Who has been kind to me in Carlingford except the Mays? Nobody. Who has asked me to go to their house, and share everything that is pleasant in it? None of your Salem people, grandpapa.
The grave was in the cloister attached to the minster, a smooth green square of turf, marked here and there with small flat lozenges of stone, bearing the date and initials of those who lay there, and many of them recording former generations of Mays, to whom their descent from the headmaster had given a right of burial there. Dr. Hoxton, Mr.
In shielding Tom May and leading him to deceive, the younger Anderson had gained a conquest in him the Mays had fallen from that pinnacle of truth which was a standing reproach to the average Stoneborough code and, from that time, he was under the especial patronage of his friend.
There's a swagger of bells from the trampling teams, Wild skylarks hover, the gorses blaze, The rich ripe rose as with incense steams Midsummer days! Midsummer days! A soul from the honeysuckle strays, And the nightingale, as from prophet heights, Speaks to the Earth of her million Mays Midsummer nights! O Midsummer nights! And it's oh for my Dear and the charm that stays Midsummer days!
Not even the Mays, in their excitement over the appearance of a stranger in Carlingford, could be more surprised than Phoebe was when her solitary walk was interrupted by the apparition across the street of a known person, a face familiar to her in other regions. "Mr. Northcote!" she cried, with a little start of surprise.
"I should think not," said Harry. "Why, what d'ye think they said? That I had gone on as well as all the Mays, and they trusted I should still, and be a credit to my profession." "Oh! Harry! why didn't you tell us?" "Oh! that is grand!" and, as the two elder girls made this exclamation, Mary proceeded to a rapturous embrace. "Get along, Mary, you are throttling one. Mr.
That's where it is; and the mayn'ts are a deal oftener turning up than the mays. 'A man can get work for wages, suggested Dick. 'Wages! What's the use of that? A man as knows mining can earn wages. But Ahalala aint a place for wages. If you want wages, go to one of the old-fashioned places, Bendigo, or the like of that. I've worked for wages, but what comes of it?
I thought you would like to see him, Meta." "I hope I shall know the Miss Mays some time or other." "That is the prettiest little fairy I ever did see!" was Dr. May's remark, as Norman drove from the door. "How good-natured they are!" said Norman; "I just said something about Margaret, and she gave me all these flowers. How Margaret will be delighted! I wish the girls could see it all!"
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