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Every now and then Phillips sticks a book into his paintings, and I expect the Fifth Avenue book trade benefits by it. A book that fits the mind as well as a silk stocking does the ankle will be sure to sell. MIFFLIN You are all crass materialists. I tell you, books are the depositories of the human spirit, which is the only thing in this world that endures. What was it Shakespeare said
While Garrison maintained that northern states, denying the ballot to the Negro, could not consistently make Negro suffrage a requirement for readmitting rebel states to the Union, Phillips demanded Negro suffrage as a condition of readmission. Immediately abolitionists took sides.
Dempster was going in it, and several other acquaintances; so that, though he would have preferred waiting for Brandon's report of how things were going on, he decided on leaving England before the season was so far advanced, on Emily's account. Mrs. Phillips was in consternation at hearing her husband say he was really going to return.
Phillips grasped the hand which Jed had extended and shook it heartily. "Yes, I'm back," he said. "Um-hm. . . . And er how did you leave Uncle Sam? Old feller's pretty busy these days, 'cordin' to the papers." "Yes, I imagine he is." "Um-hm. . . . Well, did you er make him happy? Give his army the one thing needful to make it er perfect?" Charlie laughed.
"I should really like to see it, for I want to study Australian scenery and Australian manners during my short stay in the colony, to see as much as I can while I am among you savages." "Then, shall it be a ride or a drive?" asked Dr. Grant. "I think I should prefer driving," said Harriett; "but I must first consult Mrs. Phillips.
Phillips saw that same fearful look leap into the woman's eyes, and it checked his heated retort. "I don't mean to find fault with you," he declared, evenly. "I have the greatest respect for your ability as an actor, but " The star tossed his massive head in a peculiarly aggravating manner. "Perhaps you think you can play the part better than I?" "Irving! Please!" breathed his wife.
And this I continued to scream until it was plain I was no longer heard. Then I threw down my useless trumpet and seized the glass. Madly I scanned the steamer. No sign of Bertha was to be seen. Mary Phillips was there, and now she waved her handkerchief. At all events she forgave me. At such a terrible moment what could one do but forgive?
"There is, however, no truth," he added, "in the latter part of the story; for I have had detectives shadow young Phillips ever since he returned to the city, and they report to me that he is a shallow, dissipated, drunken, worthless fellow, who spends his time about saloons and running after actresses and singers; and that it will not be long until he will have neither health nor fortune left."
At this moment, Commissioner John M. Phillips and Dr. Joseph Kalbfus are putting their heart's blood into the business of preserving and increasing the game and other wild life of Pennsylvania; and the utter lack of appreciation that is now being shown in some quarters is really distressing.
But you're really a man." He laughed. "It isn't always a pose," he explained. "It's some men's way of saying: Thy will be done." "Ask Phillips to come and see me," he said. "I can be of more help, if I know exactly his views." He walked with her to the bus. They passed a corner house that he had more than once pointed out to her.
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