Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 6, 2025
She was also going to ask Mr. Shepherd to look up a celebrated author for her. She must see one if possible. It was sunset when we arrived in Rosville, and found Mr. Morgeson waiting for us with his carriage at the station. From its open sides I looked out on a tranquil, agreeable landscape; there was nothing saline in the atmosphere.
Hepburn said we must stay, now that she had inveigled us inside her doors. Ann mimicked her at her back, but to her face behaved servilely. The name of Morgeson belonged to the early historical time of New England, Mrs. Hepburn informed me. I never knew it; but bowed, as if not ignorant. Old Mari must be consulted respecting the sweetmeats, and she went after her.
"Is that you, Morgeson?" she said. "Is this your daughter?" "Yes; can I leave her with you, while I go to the bank? She has not been here before." "Lord ha' mercy on us; you clip her wings, don't you? Come here, child, and let me pull off your pelisse." I went to her with a haughty air; it did not please me to hear my father called "Morgeson," by a person unknown to me.
We left the carriage at the palings and walked up the narrow path, among the mounds, where every stone was marked "Morgeson." Some so old that they were stained with blotches of yellow moss, slanting backward and forward, in protest against the folly of indicating what was no longer beneath them. The mounds were covered with mats of scanty, tangled grass, with here and there a rank spot of green.
But he did not remove his eyes from Veronica. "He shall be your page, Verry." The next night a message came to us that Abram was dying. If we ever meant to come, Temperance sent word, some of us might come now; but she would rather have Mr. Morgeson. Fanny insisted upon going with him to carry a lantern. Manuel offered her his knife, when he comprehended that she was going through a dark road.
Black and greasy from hull to spar, she was a pleasant sight, for she was full of sperm oil. Little boys ran down to the house to inform us of that fact before she was moored. "Wouldn't Mr. Morgeson be all right now that his luck had changed?" they asked. At supper father said "By George!" several times, by that oath resuming something of his old self. "Those women can now be paid," he said.
"Some one of your family happened to marry a Morgeson," I here remarked. "I wrote father about that; he must know the circumstance, though he never has a chance to expatiate on his side of the house. Poor man! he has the gout, and passes his time in experiments with temperature and diet. Will you ever visit Belem? I shall certainly go to Surrey." Mrs. Bancroft interrupted us, and soon after Mr.
Her pride prevented her from making any exhibition of my antecedents, which was wise, considering that I had none. My grandfather, John Morgeson, was a nobody, merely a "Co."; and though my great-grandfather, Locke Morgeson, was worthy to be called a Somebody, it was not his destiny to make a stir in the world.
If Cass should go and she will I may go to Boston." He looked at her curiously. "It would not be pleasant for you to attempt Belem. I hate it, but I feel a fate-impelling power in regard to Cassandra; I want her there." "May I go then?" I asked. "Certainly," father replied. "Please come out to supper," called Fanny. "We have something particular for you, Mr. Morgeson."
She untied a box, from which she took a sky-blue silk shawl, with brown flowers woven in it. "I gave eighteen dollars for it, if I gave a cent, Mis Morgeson; I know I am cheated. It's sleazy, isn't it?" The bell for tea rang, and Mr. Shepherd came up to escort us to the table. Temperance delayed us, to tie on a silk apron, to protect the plum-colored silk, for, as she observed to Mr.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking