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"I don't make many mistakes," he observed, slowly; "but I guess I've made one. You're a whole lot deeper'n I thought you was." So much for the proletariat. I heard from the plutocrats next day. Sim Eldredge dropped in on me. After much wriggling about the bush he intimated that he knew of Captain Jedediah's call and what had taken place. "You done just right, Ros," he whispered.
They all seem to regard that as the eighth wonder of the world. The position doesn't require a marvel of intelligence; almost any one with a teaspoonful of brains could fill it." "Why no, they couldn't. But that's nothin' to do with it. I see what's the matter with you, Ros. You think all hands are knocked on their beam ends because you've gone to work.
Horton got its name of Kirby in this manner. At the time of the Domesday Survey the place was held by Auschetel de Ros from Bishop Odo, but the heir of De Ros was Lora, Lady of Horton, who married into the north-country family of Kirby, who, however, had for long owned lands hereabouts.
I cal'late it's all over town by now." "What do you mean by that?" Lute's dignity was outraged. "All over town! I never told him nothin'." "No. Only that Ros and Mr. Colton were together and 'twas three o'clock in the afternoon. And goodness knows how much more! DO be quiet! Seems sometimes as if I should lose patience with you altogether. Is this Carver the Colton girl's young man?
"Where is Cahoon?" "Here I be," this from Phineas in the next room. "Have a good snooze, did you, Ros?" "Too good." I walked in and found him still sitting by the telegraph instrument. "Has anything happened?" I asked. "Nary thing. All quiet as the tomb since that last message, the one you heard. Pretty nigh fell asleep myself, I did.
The Round Church is surrounded by an arcade of narrow Early English arches, separated by a series of heads, which are chiefly restorations. Against the wall, behind the Marshalls, is the effigy of Robert Ros, Governor of Carlisle in the reign of John.
"That wouldn't be saying much." "Wouldn't it? Well, maybe not. But whose fault is it? It's yours, the way I look at it. Ros, I've been meaning to have a talk with you some day; perhaps this is as good a time as any. You make a big mistake in the way you treat Denboro and the folks in it." "What do you mean?" "I mean just that.
I ain't throwin' any bouquets, but why do you suppose I'd be willing to drive to West Denboro forty times over, on forty times worse nights than this, for you? Why?" "Heaven knows! Would you?" "I would. I like you, Ros. I took a shine to you the first time I met you. I don't know why exactly. Why does anybody like anybody else? But I think a whole lot of you.
"Tell me all about it, George," I said, as calmly as I could. "How much is it?" He stared at me aghast. "You won't go?" he cried. "You you are going to stick by me even even " "There! there! pull yourself together, old fellow. We won't give up the ship yet. How much is it? It can't be a great sum." "It ain't. But, Ros you you can't you mustn't be mixed up in this. I shan't let you. Don't you see?"
K. Pearson, on the general and special words for sex, Chances of Death, vol. ii, pp. 112-245; a selection of the literature of the rose will be found in a volume of translations entitled Ros Rosarum. G.S. Hall, Adolescence, vol. i, p. 470. Goron, Les Parias de l'Amour, p. 45.
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