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"What a surly devil that is," said Eric, when he had passed; "did you see how he purposely cut me?" "A surly ...? Oh Eric, that's the first time I ever heard you swear." Eric blushed. He hadn't meant the word to slip out in Russell's hearing, though similar expressions were common enough in his talk with other boys.
But to sell wheat and oats, and oatmeal and flour with one hand and buy Indian corn with the other to avoid starvation could be hardly regarded as the act of a sane man. "There had been it was hinted, and we believe truly, in Lord John Russell's letter from Edinburgh some talk in the Cabinet, and there was some discussion in the press, about opening the Irish ports by proclamation.
Do you attend Mrs. Russell's party?" Mary replied in the affirmative, and the next moment he was gone. Half an hour after, Henry, too, departed, saying to Mary as he went out, "You musn't fail to be at Mrs. Russell's, for I shall only go for the sake of seeing you. Truth, upon my honor, what little I have," he continued, as Mary's eyes flashed forth her entire disbelief of what he said.
The report to-day is that the Chancellor will unite with the Duke of Wellington and Sir Robert Peel to bring in a Bill of his own concocting, modified to the taste of the other two, with which some think they will be satisfied. This is not very unlikely, for Lord Brougham has been displeased with not having been admitted to Lord John Russell's task of bill-drawing.
"What makes you think George will come to Glenwood?" asked Jenny, as she packed away dresses her sister would never wear. "I know, and that's enough," answered Rose; "and now, before you forget it, put in my leghorn flat, for if I stay long, I shall want it; and see how nicely you can fold the dress I wore at Mrs. Russell's party!"
Go; get yourself better instructed in the meaning of the Koran." He was a thorough Corsair, with the rough code of honour, as well as the unprincipled rascality of the sea-rover. Capt. John Braithwaite's History of the Revolutions in Morocco includes a journal of events and observations made during Mr. Russell's mission in 1728. Salē is described at pp. 343 ff.
"And here's why: if Russell didn't kill her, Webster did." "Why, you've weakened!" the old man guyed head bent over his whittling. "You had Russell's goose cooked this morning roasted to a rich, dark brown!" "Yes; and if I could break down his alibi, I'd still have him cooked!" "You accept the alibi, then?" "Sure, I accept it." "I don't." "Why don't you?" objected Crown.
He looked at her an instant, then turned once more to his mother's face, and his cousin left them together. The day was so inclement that only Mr. and Mrs. Campbell and Russell's employer attended the funeral. These few followed the gentle sleeper, and laid her down to rest till the star of eternity dawns; and the storm chanted a long, thrilling requiem as the wet mound rose above the coffin.
"Right there, by the window," the witness answered, with a smug smile which gave him a still more unprepossessing look. Jury and spectators turned toward the man at the window. They saw a clean-shaven, alert-looking person of middle age, who nodded slightly in Russell's direction as if endorsing his testimony. There seemed no possible grounds for doubting whatever Otis might say.
But the old man, who was now to die in glory, had spent a week in Judge Russell's house in Boston hiding from a deputy sheriff in whose hands was a warrant for plain murder one of the foulest murders in the records of crime. The judge was a student of character, as well as Abolitionist. He asked Brown for his last confidential statement as to these crimes on the Pottawattomie.
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