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The heavy clouds with their gossamer edgings had truth of tone and color. Then the experimenter came to the purple rim of mountain tops. There was no color for that on the palette, and he turned to the paint- box. "Here," suggested Lescott, handing him a tube of Payne's Gray: "is that what you're looking for?" Samson read the label, and decisively shook his head.
Naturally, they differed, as Arabists all do, upon certain points, but on all subjects save two Burton allowed that Mr. Payne's opinion was as good as his own. The first concerned the jingles in the prose portions of the Nights, such as "The trees are growing and the waters flowing and Allah all good bestowing." Burton wanted them to be preserved, but to this Mr.
In response to Payne's request for information as to the nearest telegraph office he stared stupidly. "Where in the name of alligators you been wadin', boys?" "Devil's Playground." The trader winked. "All right, boys, I ain't askin' no questions. If you say Devil's Playground, all right." He winked again. "I ain't no snooper. Come in." "How far to the nearest telegraph office?" repeated Payne.
The Indians, by invitation, assembled at Payne's Landing, on the Ocklawaha River, on May 8, 1832.
I don't want novels now; they generally pain me. But my greatest solace is to forget myself in a book." Bertie Payne's visit was a very happy one. The boys adored him, and subjects of discussion and difference of opinion never failed between Katherine and himself.
Barthrop and I stayed on at the Hall together for some weeks to settle the final arrangements. We had some wonderfully touching letters from old pupils and friends of Father Payne's. One in particular, saying that the writer owed an infinite debt of gratitude to Father Payne, for having saved him from himself and given him a new life.
To allay their discontent twenty square miles more, to the north, was given them, but to offset this new cession their rations were immediately reduced. From the Treaty of Fort Moultrie to the Treaty of Payne's Landing Now succeeded ten years of trespassing, of insult, and of increasing enmity.
He felt that it would be advisable for him to talk the matter over with some of the older planters. "Who is your manager here?" he enquired. "A Welshman named Parry." "Are you far from Salchini?" "You mean Payne's garden? Yes; a good way. He's a friend of yours, isn't he?" "Yes; I should like to see him again. I must pay him a visit." "Oh, look here, Major," said Daleham eagerly. I've got an idea.
Property values Mullen Lane are going up." "Oh, dear me!" sighed Mrs. Carringford, starting back toward the kitchen, "this is a wicked world." "Nothing the matter with the world," said Mr. Day, cheerfully. "It's some of the folks in it." He called Mr. Randolph E. Payne's office then and talked to the successful lawyer for some time.
The talk at meals was of a sedate character, but Miss Phyllis used to intercept Father Payne's humorous remarks with a delighted little smile, and Father Payne would shake his head gravely at her in return. Miss Phyllis said to me one morning, as we were sitting in the garden: "You seem to have a very good time here, all of you it feels like something in a book it is too good to be true!"
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