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Cut off the legs, the tail, the jaws, separately or all together, and, as Spallanzani showed long ago, these parts not only grow again, but the redintegrated limb is formed on the same type as those which were lost. The new jaw, or leg, is a newt's, and never by any accident more like that of a frog.
"It's positively dreadful the way he spends money," replied she. "I don't know where it will end." "Oh ho! it's the way with all young men, marm. I always sez to ma she needn't fret her gizzard. Young men will sow their wild oats. Oh, 'tain't nothin'. Mr. Newt knows that werry well. Every man do." He watched Mrs. Newt's expression as he spoke. She answered, "I don't know about that; but Mr.
And there was no doubt that Mrs. Dagon wore cotton lace at the Orrys', for Winslow's wife said she saw it with her own eyes. Mr. Lawrence Newt's talk ceased with that about business. When the scandal set in, his mind seemed to set out. He stirred the fire if it were winter. He stepped into the outer office. He had a word for Venables. Had Miss Venables seen the new novel by Mr. Bulwer?
So Miss Grace, of whom his mother had written Abel, and who was just about leaving school, left school and entered society, simultaneously, by taking leave of Madame de Feuille and making her courtesy at Mrs. Boniface Newt's. Madame de Feuille's was a "finishing" school. An extreme polish was given to young ladies by Madame de Feuille.
Sometimes, while he yet held the leaves in his hands and the pen in his mouth, with the appearance of the utmost abstraction in his task, his eyes wandered in to the inner office, and dimly saw his employer sitting silent and listless at his desk. For many years he had been Boniface Newt's clerk; for many years he had been a still, faithful, hard-worked servant.
I did not know how deeply I had sinned until I heard the young man Summerfield, who came to see me even in this room." She looked up and about, as if to catch some lingering light upon the wall. "And it was Lawrence Newt's preacher who made me feel that there was hope even for me." She sewed on quietly. "I thank God for those two men; and for one other," she added, after a little pause.
It is a great point gained when we have learned to hoe the potatoes in our own fields, and not vex our souls about our neighbor's towers." Hope Wayne was not in the least abstracted. She was nervously alive to every thing that was said and done; and listened with a smile to Lawrence Newt's parable, liking him more and more.
Bat, and apprehensively at the new-comer. Mr. Ele frowned at General Belch, "What does he mean?" But Abel relieved the embarrassment by quietly completing Mr. Bat's sentence "by the managers." His black eyes glittered around the table, and Mr. Ele remembered a remark of General Belch's about Mr. Newt's riding upon the shoulders of his fellow-laborers. "Exactly, by the managers," said every body.
"What?" asked Lawrence. "What I have been meaning to do for a long, long time," replied the other. "I will tell her the story." An indefinable expression settled upon Lawrence Newt's face as she spoke. "Has she never asked?" he inquired. "Often; but I have always avoided telling." "It had better be done. It is the only way. But I hoped it would never be necessary. God bless us all!"
Boniface Newt's, had bright black eyes, profusely curling black hair, olive skin, pouting mouth, and pearly teeth. Very rich, very pretty, and very merry was Miss Grace Plumer, who believed with enthusiastic faith that life was a ball, but who was very shrewd and very kindly also. Sligo Moultrie understood distinctly why he was sitting at the window with Grace Plumer.
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