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Kuryong was a hill-country station of about sixty thousand acres all told; but they were good acres, as no one knew better than old Bully Grant, the owner, of whose history and disposition we heard something from Pinnock at the club.
They jump on a man if they get him down, too. Oh, they're regular beauties." "Rather roughish sort of Johnnies, eh?" said the Englishman. "But we might go and see the dancing no harm in that." Pinnock said he had to go back to his office; the globe-trotter didn't care about going out at night; and the Bo'sun tried to laugh the thing off. "You don't catch me going," he said.
It is all a gloomy fancy, just because you are depressed by a dull, wearisome life." "Well, perhaps it is," said Maggie, resolutely clearing away the clouds from her face with a bright smile, and throwing herself backward in her chair. "Perhaps it comes from the school diet, watery rice-pudding spiced with Pinnock.
The horses plunged into their collars; off went the coach into long stretches of dusty road, with the fat red lady inside, and our two friends outside. And in course of time they found themselves once more in Sydney, where they took the earliest opportunity to call on Pinnock, and hold a council of war against Peggy.
But of course there's an old place to keep up, and the death duties are very heavy. Very expensive thing having money left you in England, you know." Charlie Gordon turned to Pinnock. Tell her to stick to old Considine. That's what you ought to do." "Well, suppose you go and do it. You know the lady better than anyone here, seemingly.
Blake" said Pinnock at last, "that we have lost any hope we might ever have had of settling this case." But Blake, as he rode homewards, felt that he had lost for ever a much higher hope. He had played for a high stake on two chances. One of them had failed him.
Some varieties perish; but the ranker, hardier kinds, like the northern spy, the greening, or the black apple, or the russet, or the pinnock, how they ripen and grow in grace, how the green becomes gold, and the bitter becomes sweet! As the supply in the bins and barrels gets low and spring approaches, the buried treasures in the garden are remembered.
"He'll do all right," said Charlie casually. "I've met his sort before. He's not such a fool as he lets on to be. Shouldn't wonder if he killed somebody before he gets back here, anyhow." "How did you get on at the dancing saloon?" asked Pinnock. "Oh, slow enough. Nothing worth seeing. Good-bye."
Every person engaged in the education of children, will be much pleased to turn over the pages of one of the best, because most simplified, and at the same time compendious works on geography that has ever yet appeared. The name of Pinnock stands at the head of modern pioneers in the march of Juvenile Intellect; and the present volume is another exhibition of his meritorious industry.
The publishers deserve credit for the exceedingly neat style in which they have published this useful elementary work. From the Commercial Advertiser. Pinnock has done very essential service to the cause of education, by his excellent editions of established school books. To go no farther, this is the best compendium of geography we have yet seen for schools.
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