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Sewell formed a ministry which lived for thirteen days; then Sir William Fox another which existed for thirteen days more. After that, Sir Edward Stafford took the helm and made headway. A loan of £600,000 was the fair wind which filled his sails.
Sewell regarded me unkindly out of the corner of his eye, and in helping me to the parsnips he poniarded them with quite a suggestive air. All this, however, did not prevent me from repairing to the door of Mr. Jaffrey's snuggery when night came. "Well, Mr. Jaffrey, how 's Andy this evening?" "Got a tooth!" cried Mr. Jaffrey, vivaciously. "No!" "Yes, he has! Just through.
Poor Dolores! I cannot help thee." "What am I dreaming of?" said the Rev. Mr. Sewell. "It is my Thursday evening lecture on Justification, and Emily has got tea ready, and here I am catching cold out on the bay." Mr. Sewell, as the reader may perhaps have inferred, was of a nature profoundly secretive.
"Do you never give your friends any better sympathy than you have given me in this affair, Miss Sewell?" he said suddenly, as their eyes met. She made a little face. "Why, I've been an angel!" she said, poking at a prominent log with her foot. George laughed. "Then our ideas of angels agree no better than the rest.
I hope you've come to put up some job on Corey. Don't spare him! With Kanawha Paint Co. at the present figures he merits any demand that Christian charity can make upon him. The man's prosperity is disgraceful." "I'm glad to find you here, Mr. Bellingham," said Sewell, sitting down. "Oh, is it double-barrelled?" pleaded Bellingham.
Sewell, who did not always go to her husband's sermons, was at church that day, and joined him when some ladies who had lingered to thank him for the excellent lesson he had given them at last left him to her. "Really, David," she said, "I wondered your congregation could keep their countenances while you were going on.
"I've no doubt he wishes me to suppose so," said Hilary, "and of course we've had to cable the authorities to look out for him at Moville and Liverpool, but I feel perfectly sure he's still in Canada, and expects to make terms for getting home again. He must be horribly homesick." "Yes?" Sewell suggested. "Yes.
Chief Justice Sewell. To see him in the street was to see him in the least, the lowest, and, consequently, the worst point of view. He was knowing, well read, and well bred. He could become sarcastic, but never condescended to be furious. If he was at all sycophantic, it was his will rather than his nature to be so.
Sewell or your grand'ther either; 'cause you see these 'ere wild chaps they'll take things from me they wouldn't from a church-member or a minister. Folks mustn't pull 'em up with too short a rein, they must kind o' flatter 'em off. But that ar Atkinson's too rediculous for anything; and if he don't mind, I'll serve him out.
Just then a seedy young man with red hair and a red beard came through the gate in the railing, nodded to Kittredge and went to a desk well up toward the daylight end of the room. "That's the best of 'em all," said Kittredge in a low tone. "His name is Sewell. He's a Harvard man Harvard and Heidelberg. But drink! Ye gods, how he does drink! His wife died last Christmas practically starvation.
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