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He lived in London, and wrote comedies, satirising bourgeois society. He was most successful in writing masques, among which are Spring's Glory and Microcosmus. He also wrote a continuation of Richard Knolles' History of the Turks.
"Ef I don't disremember," said another, "this is the house where little Pete Higgenbottom lived afore the country got ruther onhelthy fur him on account of his partiality for other people's hosses. I made a little trip up yere the time I loss thet little white-faced bay mar of pap's, an I'm purty sure the spring's over thar in the holler."
It meant "choring for his board" until spring's activities widened the vista and the prospect was uninviting to one of energetic temperament. Even more characteristic was his utter lack of resentment of the young lady's rebuke; he had "presumed too far" and got what was coming to him. He was conscious that he had deserved it, in more ways than one.
I asked, glancing around the room, and endeavoring to imagine which of those present was the assassin. "Yes, it's all right; but I can't point him out, 'cos it would attract attention. Keep quiet, and drink your hale in peace." We were constrained to follow Steel Spring's advice, although I promised him a kicking for his impudence. "Jim," cried a black bearded fellow who sat near us, and who, Mr.
"There are odds between going forward and backward," said Master Headley, dryly. "Ha! Art hurt? Thou bleedst," he exclaimed, laying his hand on Stephen's shoulder, and drawing him to the light. "'Tis no blood of mine," said Stephen, as Ambrose likewise came to join in the examination. "It is my poor Spring's. He took the coward's blow.
He could see her wealth of copper-hued hair blown by the western wind; he could picture her joining in Spring's minuet of swaying rose-bushes. 'My daughter Elise Mr. Austin Selwyn. He bowed as the words penetrated his thoughts; then, glancing up, he felt a sudden contraction of disappointment.
"What's that you asked?" he quizzed sharply. "Any antidotes for coffee? Yes. Dozens of them. But none for Spring." "Spring?" sniffed the Superintendent. A little shiveringly she reached out and gathered a white knitted shawl around her shoulders. "Spring? I don't see what Spring's got to do with Rae Malgregor or any other young outlaw in my graduating class.
He sits at his breakfast eggs and toast, begirt by stone walls, opens his morning paper and sees journalism leave vernalism at the post. For, whereas, spring's couriers were once the evidence of our finer senses, now the Associated Press does the trick.
What rose so strange the wond'ring waters flushed? Heaven's hand, oh guests; heaven's hand may here be known; The spring's coy nymph has seen her God and blushed. "Mira cano, Sol occubuit, nox nulla sequutaest." Camden's Remains , p. 351. 'When Mr. Hume began to be known in the world as a philosopher, Mr. White, a decent, rich merchant of London, said to him: "I am surprised, Mr.
But he never asked again. It seemed he was not that kind of a man. The last and surest sign of spring's arrival in Green Valley is gossip.
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