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They arrived at the house, but there were no lights, and no sign of life. The Mitchells lived here all right, but they were out. The parlourmaid explained. The dinner-party had been Saturday, the night before.... 'Strange, said Bruce, as he got in again. 'I had a curious presentiment that something was going wrong about this dinner at the Mitchells'.
I didn't know there was anything in it. 'Only a silver tea-service, and a couple of salvers, said Edith, in a low voice.... ...He calmed down fairly soon and said: 'Edith, I have some news for you. You know the Mitchells? 'Do I know the Mitchells? Mitchell, your hero in your office, that you're always being offended with at least I know the Mitchells by name. I ought to.
Andrew was standing alone at his post when the lithe runner came in sight. Will Wallace had left him by that time, and was listening entranced to the fervid exhortations of Dickson of Rutherglen. "The sodgers!" gasped Peter, as he flung himself down to rest. "Comin' this way, lad?" "Na. They're at the Mitchells." "A' safe at the ferm?" asked Andrew quickly. "Ay, I saw the lasses into the hoose."
I have not been to the rooms this age, nor to the play, except going in last night with the Hodges, for a frolic, at half price: they teased me into it; and I was determined they should not say I shut myself up because Tilney was gone. We happened to sit by the Mitchells, and they pretended to be quite surprised to see me out.
How glad I am that I am not amongst them! I wonder whether it will be a full ball or not! They have not begun dancing yet. I would not be there for all the world. It is so delightful to have an evening now and then to oneself. I dare say it will not be a very good ball. I know the Mitchells will not be there. I am sure I pity everybody that is. But I dare say, Mr.
Over the heathery pasture-land of North Uist 1500 head and more of horned newt of his range in half-wild freedom. The Mundells and the Mitchells seem ubiquitous.
But as they sailed away and uncle's boat landed, they saw the poor sealkie's head peep round the skeö; then there were shots fired, and fule-Tammy shouted at the pitch of his voice, 'Ye've got him, sir, got him! dead as a door-nail! The Mitchells were too disgusted to wait for anything more. They sailed home and told Fred." "It was horrible, Yaspard very horrible.
'On your birthday last week that magnificent basket of flowers came from Mr Mitchell, stated Eglantine. 'Certainly; from the Mitchells rather. But, really, that's nothing. I think you'll be a little disappointed if you think he's at all of the romantic type.
Reaching the bank, he was about to enter when he met, coming out, a dark, straight-haired, beardless young man who promptly grasped his hand. It was Alan Delbridge. "Hello!" Delbridge said, with a laugh. "Glad to see you back. You look better. The wild woods have put new life in you. I knew you'd come as soon as the Mitchells got home." "It wasn't that," Mostyn said, lamely.
Knowing the Mitchells intimately, he had no fear that their opposition would invite severity. Being very fond of them, however, he resolved, at the risk of his life, to prevent as far as possible the threatened indignity and plunder.
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