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It's a part of his system, as he calls it, I know; and if he says that human nature would be better with less, I am not the one to gainsay him, for there's no young man of his years in the city smarter than Mr. Spence, and he may be right. I can say, though, that before this it has stood in the way of his marrying. Only two years ago there was a young lady from New York just crazy to get him.
Just when it occurred in Howard Spence it is difficult to say, but we have got to consider him henceforth as a husband; one who regards his home as a shipyard rather than the sanctuary of a goddess; as a launching place, the ways of which are carefully greased, that he may slide off to business every morning with as little friction as possible, and return at night to rest undisturbed in a comfortable berth, to ponder over the combat of the morrow.
It was the one thing which held interest for Bern's Spence now. Li Ho stepped gingerly to the edge of the rounded rock. In the clear light, Spence could see how the moss had been scraped from the margin. "Him down there," said Li Ho. "Moon-devil push 'um. Plenty stlong devil!" Li Ho shrugged. Spence's clenched hands relaxed. "Dead?" he asked dully. "Heap much dead," said Li Ho.
There are many versions of this ballad, but I give you here one of the shortest and perhaps the most beautiful. "The king sits in Dumferling toune Drinking the blude reid wine: 'O whar will I get a guid sailor, To sail this schip of mine? Up and spak an eldern knicht, Sat at the king's richt kne: 'Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor That sails upon the se.
Wentworth was surprised genuinely so, and he showed it. "But, my dear Mrs. Spence," he protested, "you must remember that that I know nothing of the case." "What are the grounds one can get divorced on?" she asked. He coloured a little under his tan. "They are different in different states," he replied. "I think perhaps the best way would be to read you the Massachusetts statutes."
"Missy in tent," said Li Ho stolidly. "Missy plenty tired. Sleep velly good." Spence tried to take this in ... tent ... sleep ... "Li Ho tell missy house no so-so," went on the China-man, pressing his evil-smelling salts closer to his victim's face. "Missy say 'all light' sleep plenty well in tent; velly fine night." Benis tried feebly to push the abomination away from his nose.
But you may skim it and give him a cup of cream." The Paymaster, left in the parlour among the prints of war and warriors, stood a moment with his head bent and his fingers among the snuff listening to the talk of the kitchen that came along the spence and through the open doors. "She's a queer body, Mary," said he to himself, "but she's taking to the brat I think oh yes, she's taking to him."
"I am Hamilton Spence. Your father " "You're getting your feet wet," said the person in the coat. "Please jump in." The professor jumped. He hadn't jumped since the sciatica and he didn't do it gracefully. But it landed him in the boat. The Chinaman was already in his place. A rattle and a roar arose, the air turned suddenly to gasoline and they were off.
Is the bargain off?" "Oh, no. I've given you my word." "Your word?" Mr. Spence lowered at him. "I'd like to know what that's worth!" Millner continued to hold out the envelope. "You do know, now. It's worth that. It's worth my place." Mr. Spence, standing motionless before him, hesitated for an appreciable space of time.
"If you will excuse me now," he said, "I think that I must be getting back. I am an employee at Dowling, Spence & Company's, you know, and my time is not quite my own. I only came because I promised to." "Mr. Tavernake," she begged, looking at him full out of those wonderful blue eyes, "please do me a great favor." "What is it?" he asked with clumsy ungraciousness.
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