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Well, I want Mary Bride to be Marion." "The deuce you do!" cried the Honourable John Ruffin. "Yes," said the duke in the tone of a man who had quite made up his mind. "I want her to come and live at the court as Marion. I'm going to run her as my daughter, Lady Marion Ricksborough." "But what on earth for?" cried the Honourable John Ruffin in a tone of the liveliest bewilderment.
As you know, I live in Raleigh and I was very much interested in your article in the issue of April 5, 1919, with reference to Andrew Johnson, in which you quote a story that "used to be current in Raleigh, that he was the son of William Ruffin, an eminent jurist of the ninetenth century."
After tea the younger children played in the charge of nurses; the elder children, to the extreme delight of Pollyooly, who loved to run fleetly, disported themselves in more swift and violent games. She had much to tell the Honourable John Ruffin on his return from Littlestone. He congratulated her warmly on their début.
He had promised his friend, Edmund Ruffin, to give him an answer early next week as to a public statement. He was puzzled as to his duty. To his ready protest that he was not a politician his friend had instantly replied that his word would have ten times the weight for that reason. So deep was his brooding he did not notice the two boys in a heated argument at the corner of the house.
Indeed, the lessons had been reduced to French because Pollyooly had heard the Esmeralda say that she found her knowledge of French a perfect blessing; and agreeing with her, the Honourable John Ruffin had said that to an artist who danced on the continent and in the Americas, French must be worth hundreds a year.
"Do you think so?" said the duke doubtfully; and he blinked. "I'm sure of it," said the Honourable John Ruffin confidently. "You can't have Pollyooly without the Lump." The duke shook his head, turned to Pollyooly, and said: "I tell you what: I'll make it eight pounds a week, if you'll come alone." Pollyooly shook her head and said sadly: "I couldn't, your Grace. I couldn't really."
Partly concurring and partly at variance with Mill's views were those which Edmund Ruffin of Virginia published in a well reasoned essay of 1857, The Political Economy of Slavery. "Slave labor in each individual case and for each small measure of time," he said, "is more slow and inefficient than the labor of a free man."
Her friends had thought of everything; the salon was occupied exclusively by themselves and the servants of the household. In the front rank and grouped before the door of the bedroom were her nearest friends, those on whose discretion reliance could be placed. MM. Grossetete, de Grandville, Roubaud, Gerard, Clousier, Ruffin, took the first places.
"Yes, I see I see of course her name would be Flossie." Then he added sternly: "No; if I saw her James might accuse me of having encouraged you. He would, in fact. He always does." "She's only at the florist's just at the end of the street," said Hilary Vance in a persuasive tone. "She would be," said the Honourable John Ruffin in a tone of extraordinary patience.
I knew a man, who in a moment of ill humour, vented rather a revengeful wish that the next neighbour of his enemy might have a child, who was fond of a whistle and a drum! It was general Ruffin, whom I have mentioned before, forcing from this brazen tube, sounds which certainly would have set a kennel of hounds in a cry of agony, and were almost calculated to disturb the repose of the dead.
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