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Then with a horrible start she saw that the face of her opponent was Sylvester's and she pushed it violently away.... "Don't you go to sleep," said Hilliard softly, laughing a little. "You might fall off." "I I was asleep," Sheila confessed, in confusion at discovering that her head had dropped against him. "How dark it's getting! We're in the valley, aren't we?" "Yes, ma'am, we're most there."
Simmias of Rhodes, who lived about B.C. 324, is said to have been the inventor of shaped verses. Joshua Sylvester's dedication to King James the First of his translation of the Divine Weeks and Works of Du Bartas has not this divine soul in its oddly-fashioned frame.
The hand was quickly withdrawn with a start and uncontrolled exclamation, and she availed herself of that instant to glide rapidly down the stairs. She regained her room stealthily, having the satisfaction a moment later of hearing Uncle Sylvester's door open and the sound of his footsteps in the corridor.
But my mysterious companion took the matter out of my hands. "Look yar," he said, suddenly, "thar ain't but one place twixt yer and Indian Spring whar ye can stop, and that is Sylvester's." I assented, a little sullenly.
But presently, remembering he knew not what shade of curious sternness in Sylvester's manner, he decided that he had done wisely it was on some such result as this that he had counted in his coming and that the score, stupendous as it was, would be accurately settled. For a long while, after his unwelcome visitor had departed, Charles sat silent and buried in deep thought.
The old folks and our caller left us finishing our breakfast, and I recollect that for some time none of us spoke. Our recent unseemly hilarity had vanished. "What do you suppose Sylvester's done?"
They say he looks like me. Do you think so?" asked Dick with perfect gravity, stroking his hay-colored mustachios, and evidently assuming his best expression. I took leave of the baby early the next morning in Sylvester's cabin, and, out of respect to Pomposo's feelings, rode by without any postscript of expression.
Urged to sign a declaration of thanks to James II., his soul put on the athletic habits of youth, and he stoutly refused to commend an act of toleration which had given freedom not to himself alone, but to Papists and sentries. Shaking off the dust of the Court from his feet, he retired to a dwelling in Charter-House Square, near his friend Sylvester's, and patiently awaited his deliverance.
I'll be just as spry as you be on Thanksgiving. See if I don't carry my own turkey all right. Yes, by gum, if it weighs twenty pounds!" "There won't be a turkey apiece." "No, eh? Well, that's what I figure on. Half a turkey, anyhow. Got to be; besides chickens, hams, sausages, and all that kind of fixin's. You heard what Bill Sylvester's girl wrote from Philamadink-a-daisy-oh? No, eh?
And then, as he's your younger brother and we're supposed to be his affectionate nieces, you know, it would make HIM feel SO ridiculous!" "And if he were to KISS you," said Marie tragically, "and then turn out not to be him!" "So," continued Kitty, "you'd better take Cousin John, who was more in Uncle Sylvester's time, to represent the Past of the family, and perhaps Mr. Gunn"
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