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The Henbane of the Bishops. Marmotretus de baboonis et apis, cum Commento Dorbellis. Decretum Universitatis Parisiensis super gorgiasitate muliercularum ad placitum. The Apparition of Sancte Geltrude to a Nun of Poissy, being in travail at the bringing forth of a child. The Mustard-pot of Penance. The Gamashes, alias the Boots of Patience. Formicarium artium.
He wrote her long letters, describing his purchases of "chairs, crockery, curtains, knives, forks, spoons, pails, brooms, and mustard-pot." She had ceased to be in his mind the brilliant and fascinating soubrette, and had become in the silly lover's-Latin, his "pug, his duck, his bird." He answered a letter she wrote him describing her success in the "Magic Flute:"
"Well, well, well!" he exclaimed, in what seemed tremendous surprise; but, even as she spoke, his thoughts were swept away; for he had taken up a mustard-pot and found it empty. "Yes, yes, here we are again! Not a scrap of mustard on the table. " His voice was angrily resigned. "With MUTTON, Robby dear?" ventured Mrs. Shepherd, with the utmost humbleness.
Day after day, year after year, you have gone to Oldgate Station.... Since then I have respected the things called inanimate." And bowing slightly to the mustard-pot, the man in the restaurant withdrew. XXXVII. The Shop Of Ghosts Nearly all the best and most precious things in the universe you can get for a halfpenny.
I had a shock of pale yellow hair, I was small enough to be put into the property mustard-pot, and the Glasgow stage manager would easily assume that I had inherited talent. My father had acted with Macready in the stock seasons both at Edinburgh and Glasgow, and bore a very high reputation with Scottish audiences. But the stage manager and father alike reckoned without their actress!
To-day he's paying fifty and hinting more if he has to." MacRae laughed. "We'll match Gower's price till he boosts us out of the bidding," he said. "And he won't make much on his pack if he does that." "Say, Folly Bay," Jack called across to the mustard-pot carrier, "what are you paying for bluebacks?" The skipper took his eye off the tallyman counting in fish.
There was a beautiful young lord there, that sort of figure that no woman can resist. There was a delightful youth who seemed inclined to empty the mustard-pot down my neck; him I could keep in order, but the beautiful lord was attempting to make a butt of me.
But all the same he was bitterly disappointed at my first dramatic failure, and when we reached home he put me in the corner to chasten me. "You'll never make an actress!" he said, shaking a reproachful finger at me. It is my mustard-pot, and why Kate should want it, I can't think! She hadn't yellow hair, and she couldn't possibly have behaved so badly.
"I am sorry I haven't the map, but we can get along very well with this;" and he unloaded the cruets. "This mustard-pot, here, is Caartersville, the startin'-point of our system. This town, suh, has now a population of mo' than fo' thousand people; in five years it will have fo'ty thousand.
So for the next trip or two he contented himself with meeting Gower's price and taking what fish came to him. The Folly Bay mustard pots three of them great and small scurried here and there among the trollers, dividing the catch with the Bluebird and the Blanco. There was always a mustard-pot collector in sight. The weather was getting hot. Salmon would not keep in a troller's hold.
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