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Miss Sadler knew, even before Janet's unexpected arrival, that Mr. and Mrs. Duncan had come to Boston after Christmas, and had taken a large house in the Back Bay in order to be near their son at Harvard. Mrs. Duncan was, in fact, a Bostonian, and more at home there than at any other place. Miss Sadler observed with a great deal of astonishment the warm embrace that Janet bestowed on Cynthia.
There is only one excuse for the extreme acrimony with which this book is written; and that excuse is but a bad one. Mr Sadler imagines that the theory of Mr Malthus is inconsistent with Christianity, and even with the purer forms of Deism.
Speak up, Asia, if you've got any medicine for me." Farther on another man in a blue robe sat under a tree, with his feet stuck out in front. By the black clay pipe he was smoking, and by his hair that was red enough to keep a man surprised as not harmonious with his robin's-egg blue robe, the same was Irish. He whooped joyful to see me, and said I'd find Sadler over "beyont the boss pagody."
Sadler rightly insists, a romance of exaggeration has been built upon the facts, enough remains behind of real marvel to irritate the curiosity of the physiologist as to its efficient, and, perhaps, of the philosopher as to its final cause. Legally and politically, that is, conventionally, the differences are even greater on a comparison of nations and eras.
Had I not other work in hand, I would gladly sail with him, though there be something fantastic in his humour. But here come the Knights of the Privy Council, who are to my mind more noteworthy than the Earls." The seats of these knights were placed a little below and beyond those of the noblemen. The courteous Sir Ralf Sadler looked up and saluted the ladies in the gallery as he entered.
One accomplishment which Cynthia had learned at Miss Sadler's school was to write a letter in the third person, Miss Sadler holding that there were occasions when it was beneath a lady's dignity to write a direct note. And Cynthia, sitting at her little desk in the schoolhouse during her recess, had deemed this one of the occasions. She could not bring herself to write, "My dear Mr. Worthington."
When they got up from the table, Susan suddenly remembered the note which she had left in her coat pocket. She drew out the clippings with it. "I wonder what Miss Sadler is sending mamma clippings for," she said. "Why, Cynthia, they're about your uncle. Look!" And she handed over the article headed "Jethro Bass."
And that night, safe out of the forest of Galtus, Lady De Aldithely and her party encamped on the border of Scotland. That night also Robert Sadler, pausing to rest on his return journey to the castle, looked often at the package he carried, and wondered what it contained. That night also the valiant William Lorimer and his men-at-arms rested from their labors well satisfied.
"I want to say that I'd give my head to have been able to turn my back on Miss Sadler as you did," continued Miss Broke; "if you ever want a friend, remember Sally Broke." Some of Cynthia's trouble, at least, was mitigated by this episode; and Miss Broke having led the way, Miss Broke's followers came shyly, one by one, with proffers of friendship.
"Miss Sadler would willingly change me if she could," said Cynthia, a little bitterly. "How did you find out I was at Miss Sadler's?" "Morton Browne told me yesterday," said Bob. "I felt like punching his head." "What did he tell you?" she asked with some concern. "He said that you were here, visiting the Merrills, among other things, and said that you knew me." The "other things" Mr.
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