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That is to say, they are written with a high poetical feeling inspired by the verses they sing, and, while melodious enough to justify them as lyrics, yet are near enough to impassioned recitative to do justice to the words on which they are built. Nevin is also an enthusiastic devotee of the position these masters, after Schubert, took on the question of the accompaniment.

The pension has been finally settled between Mr. Nevin and the Government people, and it dates from the time " "Of dad's death? But mother used to draw that." "I am speaking of the special pension," explained Don hurriedly, as they walked along the gallery, "which Mr. Nevin has been trying to arrange.

I have already told them something of Eleanor's parentage. They know that Guido Savelli is her father. Perhaps they might be of assistance in helping you decide what is to be done. Grace is a famous suggester." Miss Nevin flushed and looked hesitatingly at Anne and Grace, as though a trifle reluctant to speak.

"It may not cover everything," he said casually, "but the sum held by Mr. Nevin will more than do so. Think no more about it. I will see that your expenditures do not exceed your means." They alighted near that window of Messrs.

Marie was leaning over the low wall of a cottage garden in the 'village, as a clump of small houses at the meeting of four cross-roads was called, and waiting for the kail which she had come to buy for the evening's soup from Mrs. Nevin, who cultivated a little plot of ground with fruit and vegetables.

I had watched him and cared for him as if I was his mother, 'stead of his bein' my father, and a hurt to him was like a hurt to me: and when that man talked o' leavin' him to fend for himself in his old age, the thought seemed as if it would break my heart: and now I knew he had an enemy, and a pitiless enemy: and I tried to stop him goin' out alone with Pierre, and I wanted him to get rid o' him out of the fishing business altogether, and father he took it up so, when I told him Pierre said he was gettin' too old to manage for hisself, that he up and dismissed him that very day: and then I heard Lisette Nevin and Paul talkin' and savin' how ill Pierre had taken it, and I seemed to see his face with the evil look on it; and something seemed to say in my heart that Daddy was in danger, and I couldn't stop a moment; I went flying to the cove where I knew he'd gone by hisself, and there from the top of the path I saw the other one creeping, closer and closer, like a cruel beast of prey as he was: and I went down and I met him, and he'd a knife in his belt, and of one thing I was certain, he might have been only goin' to frighten Daddy, but he meant him no good."

"I'd like to get my hands on you for a couple of minutes." "Silence!" roared Chief Burroughs. Then the examination began. The strong box had been turned over to the police that morning by Miss Nevin, to be held as proof against the thief. Grace identified the man as the one she had seen tampering with the lock the previous night, repeating what she had heard him say as he left the old house.

Nevin has also put many an English song to music, notably the deeply sincere "At Twilight," the strenuous lilt "In a Bower," Bourdillon's beautiful lyric, "Before the Daybreak," the smooth and unhackneyed treatment of the difficult stanza of "'Twas April," that popular song, "One Spring Morning," which has not yet had all the charm sung out of it, and two songs with obbligati for violin and 'cello, "Deep in the Rose's Glowing Heart" and "Doris," a song with a finely studied accompaniment and an aroma of Theokritos.

They have kept up a correspondence for ever so long. It was due to her that we came here," said Eleanor. "Is your aunt Miss Margaret Nevin?" asked Anne quietly. "Why, how did you know her name?" cried Eleanor, apparently mystified. "'This is getting curiouser and curiouser." The four girls laughed merrily. "Anne is Mrs. Gray's private secretary," explained Jessica.

"Brother-in-law's in town to-day; Bob Nevin saw him," Pink remarked, when the coyote ceased wailing and held his peace. "Who?" Rowdy only half-heard. "Bob Nevin," repeated Pink naively. "Don't get funny. Who did Bob see?" "Brother-in-law. Yours, not mine. Jessie's tin god.

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