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Ringgan sighing, "and they felt it too I used to notice, without knowing it. When his cousins were 'Sam' and 'Johnny' and 'Bill, he was always, that is, after he grew up, 'Mr. Walter. I believe they were a little afeard of him. And with all his bravery and fire he could be as gentle as a woman."
Ringgan again stopped, and again shouted "Holloa!" "Good-day, sir. Is Mr. Jolly within?" "He is, sir." "Will you ask him to be so good as to step here a moment? I cannot very well get out." Mr.
You call yourself a Christian, do you, to stay in another man's house, month after month, when you know you ha'n't got the means to give him the rent for it! That's what I call stealing; and it's what I'd live in the County House before I'd demean myself to do! and so ought you." "Well, well! neighbour," said Mr. Ringgan, with patient dignity; "it's no use calling names.
She came back, and worked her way up into the wagon with one hand full as it could hold of her brilliant trophies. "Now, what good 'll that do you?" inquired Mr. Ringgan, good- humouredly, as he lent Fleda what help he could to her seat. "Why, grandpa, I want it to put with cedar and pine in a jar at home; it will keep for ever so long, and look beautiful.
And the uppishness, I am afraid, is a national fault, Sir; you know our state motto is 'Excelsior. " "We are at liberty to suppose," said Thorn, "that Miss Ringgan has followed the example of her friends, the farmers' daughters? or led them in it?" "It is dangerous to make surmises," said Fleda, colouring. "It is a pleasant way of running into danger," said Mr.
"A mile or more beyond the little village over here where we left our horses," said Rossitur. "We beat the ground well, but there were no signs of them even." "We had not the right kind of dog," said Mr. Carleton. "We had the kind that is always used here," said Rossitur; "nobody knows anything about a Cocker in America." "Ah, it was too wet," said Mr. Ringgan. "I could have told you that.
Thorn would make the musicians play 'Sparkling and Bright, and tell Miss Ringgan that to save trouble he had directed them to express what he was sure were the sentiments of the whole company in one burst." He smiled a little, but in a way that Constance could not understand and did not like. "Those are common epithets," he said. "Must I use uncommon?" said Constance significantly.
The noise of Watkins' feet ceased overhead, and nothing stirred or moved but the crackling flames and Cynthia's elbows, which took turns each in resting upon the opposite arm, and now and then a tell-tale gust of wind in the trees. If Mr. Ringgan was asleep, why did not aunt Miriam come out and see them, if he was better, why not come and tell them so.
Evelyn, looking round for her companion, who was standing quietly a few steps off, surveying the scene. "Mr. Olmney! I am going to do you a favour, Sir, in introducing you to Miss Ringgan, a very old friend of mine. Mr. Olmney, these are not exactly the apple- cheeks and robustious demonstrations we are taught to look for in country-land."
Ringgan descanted enthusiastically upon "hide" and "brisket" and "bone," and Rossitur stood in an abstraction it might be scornful, it might be mazed. Little Fleda quietly listening and looking at the beautiful creature, which from being such a treasure to her grandfather was in a sort one to her, more than half understood them all; but Mr.
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