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Updated: June 29, 2025
Miss North looked serious as she motioned Blue Bonnet to a seat and opened the conversation. "I am very sorry to find that you are not doing well in your mathematics, Miss Ashe. What is the trouble?" "I hate mathematics and I dislike Miss Root," Blue Bonnet replied with a frankness that quite took Miss North's breath away.
We know how Shakespeare on the like occasion was wont to transmute into golden verse the silver speech supplied to him by North's version of Amyot's Plutarch. With the text of Lord Berners before him, the author of King Edward III. has given us for the gold of Froissart not even adulterated copper, but unadulterated lead.
"It's considerably difficult to sit up and pull your imagination on a man who has been decently good to you, isn't it, Barclay? Let me ask you: are you Mr. North's man?" "Mr. North is the big boss." "But this Plug Mountain division is a part of Mr. Ford's line, isn't it?" "It used to be all his. There's a white man for you, Mr. Adair." Adair saw his opportunity and used it.
Betty could look infantile when she chose, and was always ready to cover real ignorance with an exaggerated assumption which inspired doubt. "We have the excessive pleasure of discussing the bill in Senator North's comfortable Committee room for several hours every few days, and we usually are amiable. We are merely dining out to-night in each other's good company.
"But why all this stage play? Can't you anticipate that much without endangering your bubble?" Ford lowered his voice again. "I gave you the hint. Penfield, my chief clerk his desk is just on the other side of that partition is an ex-main-line man, shoved upon me when I didn't want him. He was General Manager North's stenographer.
Miss North's talk had been helpful her text inspiring. Blue Bonnet copied the text in her memory book with many notations all the amplifications she could remember: "The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts. Guard them accordingly."
"Queer? she's queer as Dick's hatband! Why do you listen to her? Gussie, such an idea never entered my head, or Mrs. North's either." "Oh yes, it has! Her daughter said that she had had to speak to her " Captain Price, dumbfounded, forgot his fear and burst out: "You're a pack of fools, the whole caboodle! I swear I "
If any single doctrine is established among civilized nations to-day it is this one, under democratic institutions the right of the majority to rule. Three years later Webster once more marked out the basis of the North's position for all time in a debate with Calhoun himself.
I can't get up without screamin', and as long as I've knowed Barbara she's never been that bad. That new-fangled doctor hasn't come out of North's yet, either. How much do you reckon he charges for a visit?" "Two or three dollars, I suppose." Miss Mattie clucked sharply with her false teeth. "'Cordin' to that," she calculated, "he was here about twenty cents' worth.
Her face was that of one who has lived much in a short space of time and her dark, burning eyes betrayed tragic depths of feeling. Her black hair, slightly tinged with grey, was brushed straight back from her wrinkled forehead. Her shoulders were stooped and her hands rough from hard work. She was the older sister of Ambrose North's dead wife the woman he had so devotedly loved.
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