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"Jack Pugh, sheriff's officer," said Glass, rising stiffly, with considerable difficulty. "I'll have him in shape to shake hands in a minute," said Casey, as he worried at the knots. "And so, Mr. Glass, instead of an innocent landlooker you are a real live, mysterious detective. You don't look the part. Or perhaps you are still disguised." "I can stand a josh better now," said Glass.
Stanton, Parker Pillsbury, Robert Purvis, Charles Remond, Stephen Foster, Lucretia and Lydia Mott, Anna Dickinson, Sarah Pugh and she herself was his staunchest defender.
Pugh is not an advertising sorceress, but practises all her magic slily, and generally under a promise of secresy, which is exacted lest the fame of her fortune-telling should come to the ears of certain respectable families, who employ her as a nurse.
She married quite young, something very prosperous and rather aged, and the glories of dear Matilda's villa at Bristol have been our staple subject, but Mr. Pugh died in the spring, leaving his lady five hundred a year absolutely her own, and she is come to stay with her aunt, and look for a house. 'Et cetera, added Tom. 'What, in the buxom widow line? asked Harry.
Pugh, in consideration of her indefatigable exertions with the ladies' petition, and it was a decided success. The last census had rated Market Stoneborough at 7561 inhabitants, and Mrs.
He has introduced into that translation so many of the poetic terms of the old bards, that after twice going through it, there was little in Welsh poetry that I could not make out with a little pondering." "You pursued a very excellent plan, sir," said the doctor, "a very excellent plan indeed. Owen Pugh!" "Owen Pugh! The last of your very great men," said I.
which, grand as it was, was certainly equalled by the Welsh version, and perhaps surpassed, for that he was disposed to think that there was something more terrible in "croch daranau," than in "harsh thunder." "I am disposed to think so too," said I. "Now can you tell me where Owen Pugh is buried?"
"Very much," said I. "Ah," said she, "did I not tell you that Mr Pugh was a capital preacher?" She then asked me how I liked the singing of the gals who sat in the next pew to mine. I told her that I liked it exceedingly. "Ah," said she, "them gals have the best voices in Bala. They were once Methody gals, and sang in the chapels, but were converted, and are now as good Church as myself.
Picking up the box, I placed it to my ear. "I wonder how long this little performance is going to continue. And what is going to happen when it is good enough to cease? I hope" an uncomfortable thought occurred to me "I hope Pugh hasn't picked up some pleasant little novelty in the way of an infernal machine.
The rid man told stories about the dark sides of New York life, tales of murder, thievery, rascality high and low, and he told them with blood-curdling directness. The Walker wife-murder; the inside facts of the De Pugh divorce scandal; the Harvey family's skeleton all food for the dime-novel producer.
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