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She knew just such another as Master Sisty, when she lived at Torquay, who wasted away and went out like a snuff, all because he would not wear flannel waistcoats." Therewith my mother looks grave, and says, "One can't take too much precaution." Suddenly the whole neighborhood is thrown into commotion. Trevanion I beg his pardon, Lord Ulverstone is coming to settle for good at Compton.
He took off his spectacles and rubbed them mechanically, but he said nothing, and my uncle, staring at him for a moment, in surprise at his silence, burst out, "Oh! I see; he has been getting into some scrape, and you are angry. Fie! young blood will have its way, Austin, it will. I don't blame that; it is only when Come here, Sisty. Zounds! man, come here."
I turned quickly, and met the full, dark, seriously sweet eyes of my cousin Blanche. "Don't go away yet, Sisty," said she, coaxingly. "I have been waiting for you, for I heard your voice, and did not like to come in and disturb you." "And why did you wait for me, my little Blanche?" "Why! only to see you. But your eyes are red.
"But not the plough of care: rich, famous, Ellinor his wife, and no son!" "It is because his heart is sometimes sad that he would see us." Roland stared first at my father, next at me. "Then," quoth my uncle, heartily, "in God's name, let him come. I can shake him by the hand, as I would a brother soldier. Poor Trevanion! Write to him at once, Sisty." I sat down and obeyed.
My mother was standing in the hall, and I saw by the lamp that she had dried her tears, and that her face, though very sad, was more composed. "Sisty," she said, in a low voice which struggled to be firm, "promise me that you will tell me all, the worst, Sisty.
In the pit of the stomach is that great central web of nerves called the ganglions; thence they affect the head and the heart. Mr. Squills proved that to us, Sisty." "Yes," said I; "but I never heard Mr. Squills talk of a saffron bag." "Oh, foolish boy! it is not the saffron bag, it is the belief in the saffron bag. Apply Belief to the centre of the nerves, and all will go well," said my father.
"My dear Austin," said my mother, opening her blue eyes, "you don't think that Sisty will discover all those fine things in Puss in Boots!" "My dear Kitty," answered my father, "you don't think, when you were good enough to take up with me, that you found in me all the fine things I have learned from books. You knew me only as a harmless creature who was happy enough to please your fancy.
I have not stinted myself in canvas, and behind my foreground of the Hall and the Parsonage I propose hereafter to open some lengthened perspective of the varieties of English life " MR. CAXTON. "Hum!" "We shall know better the design, perhaps, when we know the title. Pray, Mr. Author, what is the title?" "Ay, Sisty, the title!" "The title! By the soul of Cervantes!
Blanche. "I thought you were here, Sisty: may I stay?" Pisistratus. "Why, my dear child, the day is so fine that instead of losing it indoors, you ought to be running in the fields with Juba." Juba. "Bow-wow." Blanche. "Will you come too? If Sisty stays in, Blanche does not care for the butterflies!"
Nothing more conduces to longevity than a saffron bag, provided always it is worn at the " "Sisty, my thimble!" said my mother. "You laugh at us justly," said Beaudesert, smiling; "and the same remedy, I dare say, would cure us both." "Yes," said my father, "there is no doubt of that.
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