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They had just been looking him over to their own imminent peril; and the patrician winner of the Vase, the brilliant six-year-old of Paris, and Shire and Spa steeple-chase fame, the knightly descendant of the White Cockade blood and of the coursers of Circassia, had resented the familiarity proportionately to his own renown and dignity.
Here the Baron laughed again, and, as he bore his impertinence, Essper George immediately became polite. "Does your Highness go to Ems?" "We hardly know, my friend." "Oh! go there, gentlemen. I have tried them all; Aix-la-Chapelle, Spa, Wiesbaden, Carlsbad, Pyrmont, every one of them; but what are these to Ems? There we all live in the same house and eat from the same table.
Abraham had observed that at one time the habit had been placed in pledge with him by Casanova for three sequins. On the 6th September, she wrote: "With great pleasure, I reply to the three dear letters which you wrote me from Spa: the first of the 6th August, from which I learned that your departure had been delayed for some days to wait for someone who was to arrive in that city.
Fields said it made him very sleepy to go to church, and he thought it was because of the deacons. He says the world is wild with rapture over your 'Leamington Spa. He did not know how to express his appreciation of it. We met Mr. Tom Appleton at the gallery, and he was very edifying. There is a good portrait by Hunt. Mr.
The criminations and recriminations seemed endless, and it was most fortunate that Spain had been weakened, that Alexander, a prey to melancholy and to lingering disease, had gone to the baths of Spa to recruit his shattered health, and that his attention and the schemes of Philip for the year 1589 and the following period were to be directed towards France.
I was happy that your appetite had returned, because good cheer is your greatest pleasure . . . . "In your second letter which you wrote me from Spa on the 16th August, I noted with sorrow that your affairs were not going as you wished.
The convent, they were told, stood on the outskirts of Liége, about a quarter of a mile outside the town, and a little off the great highroad leading through Chaudfontaine and its adjacent villages to Pepinster and Spa. It was at some distance from the hotel; but Madelon repeated that she was not at all tired, and would like a long walk, so they set off together in the mild September evening.
It is already more than a year ago since I left the direction of the Italian Government, and the French Press no longer accused me of being in perfect agreement with Lloyd George, yet Poincaré wrote on August 1, 1920: L'autre jour M. Asquith déclarait au parlement britannique: "Quelque forme de langage qu'on emploie, la conférence de Spa a bien été, en fait, une conférence pour la révision des conditions du traité." "Chut!" a répondu M. Lloyd George: "c'est l
By prearrangement the bogus baronet chanced to be standing by the railings looking over the Spa grounds one morning when Bindo and his companion strolled by. The men saluted each other, and Bindo asked Mrs. Clayton's leave to introduce his friend.
But a new Rate's worthless until you, Squire, and you, Parson, have signed the allowance for it as magistrates: and now comes your turn to give trouble." "And how'm I to do that?" asked the old Squire. "Why, by keeping out of the way, to be sure. Take a holiday: find out some little spa that suits your complaint, and go and drink the waters." "Ay, do, Parson," chimed in John a Hall.
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