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Thereupon, at the instigation of his wife, they moved from their little town into the city of York, where he purchased a large, stuffily furnished house, sat on Boards, became a councillor, wore evening-dress for dinner, and died a death of absolute respectability. Before the final event he had the satisfaction of seeing his only child Sybil married to Arthur, Lord Durwent.
This was a small square apartment carpeted in dark Brussels, and stuffily glorified in the bourgeois manner by a white marble mantel-piece, several pieces of mahogany furniture upholstered in haircloth, a table on which reposed a number of gift books in celluloid and other fancy bindings, an old-fashioned piano with a doily and a bit of china statuary, a cabinet or so containing such things as ore specimens, dried seaweed and coins, and a spindle-legged table or two upholding glass cases garnished with stuffed birds and wax flowers.
It's all right. You do as I say." Frank tried to resist, but Rattleton dragged him aside, being able to do so because Browning found himself occupied by a little freshman who stuffily blocked his way, declaring that Merriwell should have a show. Frank was more than disgusted by the result of the affair.
"'If one tried the restaurant first ? Rangon suggested, smiling again. "'By all means, said I stuffily, though I remembered having the case after we'd left the restaurant. "We were round at the restaurant by half-past nine. The case wasn't there. I'd known jolly well beforehand it wasn't, and I saw Rangon's mouth twitching with amusement.
Anthony sighed, opened a newspaper which he had no recollection of buying, and began to read by the dim yellow light. Ten o'clock bumped stuffily into eleven; the hours clogged and caught and slowed down. Amazingly the train halted along the dark countryside, from time to time indulging in short, deceitful movements backward or forward, and whistling harsh paeans into the high October night.
Chancing to be the last in the file, my mule suddenly stopped to eat. "Allez, allez!" said I, twitching the bridle. "I won't!" said he, as plainly as ears and legs could speak. "Allez!" thundered I, jumping off and bestowing a kick upon his ribs which made me suffer if it did not him. "I won't!" said he, stuffily.
Perhaps, indeed, it was one of their best qualities that they spent the greater part of their time stuffily indoors.
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