Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 8, 2025
Moncrief had left no perceptible trace on her; indeed she looked younger now than on that occasion, because she had been at the trouble of putting on an artificial complexion. Her careless refinement of manner was so different from the studied dignity and anxious courtesy of the actor-manager, that Lydia could hardly think of them as belonging to the same profession.
"Lugs?" exclaimed Roger Button, "Why, I've just covered the question of lugs." Benjamin regarded him with dazed eyes just as the eastern sky was suddenly cracked with light, and an oriole yawned piercingly in the quickening trees... When, six months later, the engagement of Miss Hildegarde Moncrief to Mr.
Needless to say, Baltimore eventually received the couple to its bosom. Even old General Moncrief became reconciled to his son-in-law when Benjamin gave him the money to bring out his History of the Civil War in twenty volumes, which had been refused by nine prominent publishers. In Benjamin himself fifteen years had wrought many changes.
You probably wish him to take a degree before he chooses a profession." "Yes, of course," said the lady, vaguely, evidently assenting to the doctor's remark rather than expressing a conviction of her own. "What profession would you advise for him? You know so much better than I." "Hum!" said Dr. Moncrief, puzzled. "That would doubtless depend to some extent on his own taste "
In the month of May, seven years after the flight of the two boys from Moncrief House, a lady sat in an island of shadow which was made by a cedar-tree in the midst of a glittering green lawn. She did well to avoid the sun, for her complexion was as delicately tinted as mother-of-pearl.
The coachman, enveloped in a white india-rubber coat, was bestirring himself a little after the recent shower. Within-doors, in the drawing-room, Dr. Moncrief was conversing with a stately lady aged about thirty-five, elegantly dressed, of attractive manner, and only falling short of absolute beauty in her complexion, which was deficient in freshness.
"That," he said, "is young Hildegarde Moncrief, the daughter of General Moncrief." Benjamin nodded coldly. "Pretty little thing," he said indifferently. But when the negro boy had led the buggy away, he added: "Dad, you might introduce me to her." They approached a group, of which Miss Moncrief was the centre. Reared in the old tradition, she curtsied low before Benjamin.
Burr's liaison with Margaret Moncrief destroyed entirely the little regard left for him in the mind of Washington. I asked Colonel Talmadge if Burr and Hamilton ever were friends. They were very close friends apparently; but it was palpable that each entertained a jealousy of the other, however much they strove to conceal it.
The doctor made a brief excuse, and left the room; much to the relief of his pupil. "You have grown greatly, Cashel. And I am afraid you are very awkward." Cashel colored and looked gloomy. "I do not know what to do with you," continued Mrs. Byron. "Dr. Moncrief tells me that you are very idle and rough." "I am not," said Cashel, sulkily. "It is bec "
Word Of The Day
Others Looking