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"Come, oh! come," pleaded Sally; "fo' she cotch on." "And now," thought the doctor as she mounted her horse with Sally astride behind, "I'm going to bring your little girl home, Uncle Theodore, and take my chance and your chance with her!" Old Sally Taber sat in the full glow and warmth of an early October afternoon and looked about Sandy Morley's kitchen.
John Morley's comment on this matter, in the "Life of Gladstone," forty years afterwards, would have interested the Minister, as well as his private secretary: "If this relation be accurate," said Morley of a relation officially published at the time, and never questioned, "then the Foreign Secretary did not construe strict neutrality as excluding what diplomatists call good offices."
She was now a little past her seventeenth birthday, which emancipated her from being absolutely Miss Morley's pupil.
Sequin makes absolutely no effort to advance the progress of the world. She has refused from the first to join the A.T.L.A. and she is not even a member of the Woman's Club." "Well, I hope Mr. Sequin hasn't been playing with Don Morley's money," said Decker, resuming the subject from which Mrs. Ivy had flown off at a tangent.
Since the day when Ann Walden was laid in the family plot and Cynthia had been taken to Trouble Neck, Sally had lived in Sandy Morley's cabin and gloried in the title of "housekeeper." "Three weeks," muttered Sally, sitting with her skirts well drawn up; her feet, encased in "old woman's comforts," resting comfortably in the oven of the stove.
Morley interfering with the blossoming of their childhood love." "But Mrs. Ivy, he he is her cousin; he looks upon her as a child." "She is only a year younger than you are, my dear, and much more worldly wise. I've had my eyes open and I've seen a great deal. She is getting quite secretive, and she isn't always gracious to Gerald. Mr. Morley's back of it all, you 'II see."
"My father," she replied in a low voice. Giles could hardly speak for surprise. "But your father is dead?" "I thought he was," said Anne. "I have believed it these many months. But when I saw him in Mr. Morley's library on that night I knew that he still lived." "But I can't understand how you made such a mistake. Does Morley know?" She shook her head. "I managed to restrain myself. Mr.
Bishop Mews often asked him to Wolvesey, and allowed him to assist the parochial clergy when it was not necessary to utter the royal name, the vergers marshalled him to his own stall at daily prayers, and he had free access to Bishop Morley's Cathedral library.
Let me remind you only of God's promise, `that if you seek you will find; if you knock, it shall be opened unto you." From that day forward a great change was perceptible in the young ensign. He laboured as hard as any one; and whenever he could borrow Mrs Morley's Bible, he would sit up for hours together at night reading it diligently.
They were going to see the tunnel under the Thames, which was three or four miles down the river from Morley's Hotel, where they were all lodging. "Which way would you like to go?" asked Mr. Parkman. "Is there more than one way?" asked his wife. "Yes," said Mr. Parkman, "we can take a Hansom cab, and drive down through the streets, or we can walk down to the river side, and there take a boat.
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