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He gave his full share, and more, of kindness and material aid; and, as George's mother told me, on my return, had with medical aid and stores, and a clergyman, made the boy's end as comfortable and hopeful as possible. The Alert made two more voyages to the coast of California, successful, and without a mishap, as usual, and was sold by Messrs. Bryant and Sturgis, in 1843, to Mr.
We took the horse over to Sturgis to try and sell him, stopping at the Elliott House. Mr. Elliott, Proprietor, has since become one of my most intimate friends, and is now running a hotel at Ludington, Michigan.
"I cannot sleep, thank you. I will sit here, if you please," said Mary, sinking down on the window-seat. "Come, now," said Mrs. Sturgis, "my master told me to see you to bed, and I mun. What's the use of watching? A watched pot never boils, and I see you are after watching that weathercock. Why now, I try never to look at it, else I could do nought else.
"I do not mean to be. Any one who knows her will tell you the same thing." "I repeat you are insolent and you may go to your room." Polly made no reply, but started to leave the room. Tzaritza sprang to her side. Miss Sturgis interposed. "Leave that dog where she is. Go back, you horrible beast," and she raised her hand menacingly.
Tenderly, reverently Mortimer Sturgis picked her up and began to bear her into the house. Half-way there, his foot slipped on a piece of ice and he fell heavily, barking his shin and shooting his lovely burden out on to the snow. The fall brought her to. She opened her eyes. "Mortimer, darling!" she said. Mortimer had just been going to say something else, but he checked himself.
"I call it a game of science!" retorted Sturgis; "and I'll prove it, too!" They saw his little game. He brought in a cloud of witnesses, and produced an overwhelming mass of testimony, to show that old sledge was not a game of chance but a game of science. Instead of being the simplest case in the world, it had somehow turned out to be an excessively knotty one.
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He still could look at Concha Arguello. William Sturgis had sailed in one of his father's ships, now six years ago, from Boston in search of health. The ship in a dense fog had gone on the rocks in the straits between the Farallones and the Bay of San Francisco.
All we can tell is that there is some plot going on. You refused, of course, to allow Mitchell to come back to the house?" "Yes. You think that was wise?" "Undoubtedly. If his absence did not handicap them, they would not be so anxious to have him on the spot." "What shall we do?" "You wish me to undertake the case?" "Of course." Mr. Sturgis frowned thoughtfully.
She was an intimate friend of Margaret Fuller, and she afterwards published "Rainbows for Children," "The Magician's Show-box," and other children's books. She married William A. Tappan, who rented to Hawthorne the cottage in which he lived at Lenox. Mrs. Lathrop's book about her mother contains many reminiscences of them. She was a daughter of William Sturgis, a wealthy Boston merchant.
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