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Furthermore, I can testify, and can bring a competent witness, that while supposed to be estimating Government timber in the Basin, you were in communication with Pollock." "Saleratus Bill!" cried Bob, enlightened as to the trailer's recent activities in the Basin. "It will be easy to establish not only Pollock's guilt, but your own as accessory.
Pollock is -er -Cantwell -er -that is, a bit 'touchy. No matter if Pollock's reporter is a schoolboy, if we treated the boy with any lack of consideration, then Pollock would most certainly take umbrage at what he would choose to consider a slight upon himself, received through his representative.
Sez she, "Have you tried readin' poetry?" "Yes," sez I, "I have read Pollock's Course of Time most through to him, and the biggest heft of 'Paradise Lost, and I read the last named with deep feelin', I can tell you." "Didn't it do any good?" "Not a mite," sez I. "He would choke me off in the soarinest passages to boast about some crazy side-show at his Exposition."
Life: Austen- Leigh's Memoir of Jane Austen; Hill's Jane Austen, her Home and her Friends; Mitton's Jane Austen and her Times. Criticism: Pollock's Jane Austen; Pellew's Jane Austen's Novels; A. A. Jack's Essay on the Novel as Illustrated by Scott and Miss Austen; H. H. Bonnell's Charlotte Brontë, George Eliot, and Jane Austen; Essay, by Howells, in Heroines of Fiction. Maria Edgeworth.
That national monument, after having changed its name to Park's, to Webb's, to Redington's, and last of all to Pollock's, has now become, for the most part, a memory. Some of its pillars, like Stonehenge, are still afoot, the rest clean vanished. It may be the Museum numbers a full set; and Mr.
Besides, he was a boy, so he should have stood his ground to protect you girls, whatever the danger was. You know that, Carl, don't you?" "I s'pose so," growled Carl shamefacedly. "Very well. This is to be your punishment. To-night you'll sit on Mr. Hezekiah Pollock's tombstone in the graveyard alone, until twelve o'clock." Carl gave a little shudder.
Shakspeare she knew by heart, and "Paradise Lost," and Young's "Night Thoughts," and Pollock's "Course of Time." She had dipped into her dead father's theological library, and managed to extract some food for her imagination, even from such dry bones as "Paley's Evidences" and "Edwards on the Will and the Affections." Any book was better than no book to her.
"Will he admit them?" "I've outlined exactly what we must have deeds to his property and an acknowledged statement of the Joseph Weir and James Dent affair, supplementing the Saurez affidavit, which by the way he at first thought we did not possess but which an account of what happened last night in the mountains and your recovery of the same" Pollock's eyelid dropped for an instant towards Weir "convinced him of.
But this was not the only crop possibility be turned over in his mind. There were other vegetables that would grow luxuriantly on that bottom land providing, always, the flood did not come and fulfill Henry Pollock's prophecy. "Two feet of water on that meadow, eh?" thought Hiram. "Well, that certainly would be bad. I wouldn't want that to happen after the ground was plowed this year, even.
'Walter Sanderson! answered my brother-in-law. I believe I went into hysterics; for the first thing I mind o' after his saying so, was a dozen people standing round about me some slapping at the palms o' my hands, and others laving water on my breast and temples, until they had me as wet as if they had douked me in Pollock's Well. I canna tell how I stood up against this clap o' misery.
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