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I ejaculated. "Good! Now, do you happen to know where those despatches are to be found?" "No, sir; that I don't," answered Hoard. "I've never been abaft the mainmast until to-day, if you'll believe me; and I don't even know the cap'n's name. But I expect his despatches will be in his cabin, along with any other papers of value that he may have had in his possession."
Either by chance or by the punishment of Heaven, the prince was instantly seized with the maddest caprice that could be imagined. "Sir," said he to his father, "if I do not soon find a woman as white and red as this cream dyed with my blood, I am lost. This wonder must exist somewhere. I love her; I am dying for her; I must have her; I will have her. To a resolute heart nothing is impossible.
"I didn't think he was a murderer or a drunkard," said Lady Tintern, cheerfully. Her phraseology was often startling to strangers. "But he is absolutely devoid of what shall I say? Chivalry? Yes, that is it. Few young men have much nowadays, I am told. But Sir Peter has none absolutely none." "It will come." "No, it will not come. It is a quality you are born with or without. He was born without.
It gives me quite a nice sense of superiority. And you, sir?" The last words were uttered a little sternly. Frank had risen. His face was pale, his manner resolute and respectful. "I came here to ask Miss Lee a question, sir, not knowing, of course, who she was." "And she betrayed herself, eh?"
Therefore is it that I and all that serve him are so youthful of seeming." "Sir," saith Messire Gawain, "By what way may a man go to his castle?" "Sir," saith the hermit, "None may teach you the way, save the will of God lead you therein. And would you fain go thither?" "Sir," saith Messire Gawain, "It is the most wish that I have."
Miss Kemble and her father breakfasted here, with Sir Adam and Lady Ferguson. I like the young lady very much, respecting both her talents and the use she has made of them. She seems merry, unaffected, and good-humoured. She said she did not like the apathy of the Scottish audiences, who are certain not to give applause upon credit.
"Here's the doctor," she announced. "It seems I can't satisfy you; ask him what's the matter. Come in, doctor." She threw open the door of the parlor, and introduced Emily. "This is the mistress's niece, sir. Please try if you can keep her quiet. I can't." She placed chairs with the hospitable politeness of the old school and returned to her post at Miss Letitia's bedside.
The personal alienation and official quarrel between Sir Henry Clinton and Lord Cornwallis, their divided counsels and divergent action, were but the natural result, and the reflection, of a situation essentially self-contradictory and exasperating.
At Monsieur's left, and facing me, sat Colonel Escott, very red and cheerful; then a young man who called the Colonel Cornel, and came from Dublin, proclaiming himself a barr'ster, and giving his name as Flarty, though on his card it was written Flaherty; and then Sir Richard Maistre.
It is to be regretted that the colors used by Sir Joshua Reynolds are now much faded in many of his pictures. Those in the National Gallery, in London, are, however, in good preservation. Naturally, since so many of his pictures were portraits they are in the collections of private families in England, and but few of them are seen in European galleries.
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