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"Why, it is," answered the wife, "that she is too humble to be any very great lady: for, while our Betty was warming the bed, she called her nothing but child, and my dear, and sweetheart; and, when Betty offered to pull off her shoes and stockings, she would not suffer her, saying, she would not give her the trouble." "Pugh!" answered the husband, "that is nothing.

Thus, Pugh, if you will only send for the police, we shall earn the gratitude of a person of whom we never heard in our lives I for discovering the contents of the box, and you for returning them." As I said this, Pugh's face was a study. He gasped for breath. He actually took out his handkerchief to wipe his brow. "Tress, I I don't think you need to use a tone like that to me. It isn't friendly.

Maxwell took Miss Lily to the party last night, and, while her ma was there, too, she slipped home and changed her dress and got her valise. Billy Pugh did the same thing. Mr. Maxwell helped, though they say they didn't tell him anything about it until last night, and he had to wear his dress clothes.

The words had scarcely escaped my lips than there came a tapping at the door. "Come in!" I cried, supposing it was Bob. It was not Bob, it was Pugh. Instinctively I put the lens and the crystal behind my back. At sight of me in my nightshirt Pugh began to shake his head. "What hours, Tress, what hours!

'Delighted to make your acquaintance. When you have an opportunity, hope you'll come and see me.... But where is that Fomka, Tihon Ivanitch? he went on with heat; 'the hare was run down without him. 'His horse fell down under him, replied Tihon Ivanitch with a smile. 'Fell down! Orbassan fell down? Pugh! tut!... Where is he? 'Over there, behind the copse.

So appalled was she, that she sat with her hair on her shoulders as if spell-bound, till the first ring at the door aroused her to speed and consternation, perhaps a little lessened by one of her sisters rushing in to say that it was Mrs. Ledwich and Mrs. Pugh, and that Henry was still in the cellar, decanting the wine. Long before the hosts were ready, Dr.

And what the deputation wished to know was, What did it all mean? "We were amazed, sir Your Highness," said Mr. Pugh. "We could not we cannot understand it. The entire thing is a baffling mystery to us. We asked the soldiers at the door. They referred us to Mr. Scobell. We asked Mr. Scobell. He referred us to you.

It was true that Pugh had purchased the puzzle, but it was evident that the whole enjoyment of the purchase was destined to be mine. It was useless to think of sleep while that performance was going on. I sat up in bed once more. "It strikes me that the puzzle consists in finding out how it is possible to go to sleep with Pugh's purchase in your bedroom.

It is merely an expression of personal opinion when I say that I don't believe that it could be injured. Of course, having discovered its deleterious properties, you will not want to smoke it again. You will therefore be able to enjoy the consciousness of being the possessor of what I honestly believe to be the most remarkable pipe in existence. Good day, Pugh."

Furness preached his own sermons, as any one of tolerable critical acumen might have certified by comparing them with his poems: in both, there was an exuberance of metaphor and simile entirely original, and not in the least borrowed from any resemblance in the things compared. On Mr. Furness's left you see Mr. Pugh, another young curate, of much less marked characteristics.

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