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Tiffany, glancing over the group, noted with comparative relief that none but she, Goodyear, and the young persons involved, had heard this passage. As they moved toward the house, Bertram opened upon Miss Gray at once. "This is the second chance I've had alone at you," he said. "We are rather conspicuous," she burst out. "Oh, nobody'll mind. A girl always thinks everybody is looking at her.
Such were the ghostly sounds that roared and murmured in our ears when I took leave of the circle round the fireside of the Province House and, plunging down the doorsteps, fought my way homeward against a drifting snow-storm. Mine excellent friend the landlord of the Province House was pleased the other evening to invite Mr. Tiffany and myself to an oyster-supper.
Such were the ghostly sounds that roared and murmured in our ears when I took leave of the circle round the fireside of the Province House, and plunging down the door steps, fought my way homeward against a drifting snow-storm. Mine excellent friend, the landlord of the Province House, was pleased, the other evening, to invite Mr. Tiffany and myself to an oyster supper.
Hope, "all clothyd in brown, with anker in hand," stood at the prow; Faith, with sacramental chalice and red cross, clad in white garment, with her face nailed "with white tiffany," sat on a "stool of estate" before the mizen-mast; while Charity "in red, holding in her hand a burning heart," was at the helm to navigate the vessel.
This precious liquor was imbibed by Mr. Tiffany with peculiar zest; and after sipping the third glass, it was his pleasure to give us one of the oddest legends which he had yet raked from the storehouse where he keeps such matters. With some suitable adornments from my own fancy, it ran pretty much as follows.
This is a swell way to talk, isn't it, considering that I'm here " his eyes swept the aristocratic comforts of the Tiffany spare room. "We mustn't think of that. It's too big to think of that!" "I guess you're right. Now that is finished, going to forgive me because I walked over to Northrup?" "I've nothing of any kind to forgive. It's you, I think, that must forgive."
The Roundheads might come again." The Lord Fawley had by this seen his glass filled by Tiffany and was staring boldly into her pretty face, much to the exasperation of honest Thoroughgood, chafing in the background. "Do you handle a pike, prettikins?" Fawley asked. Prettikins dropped him a courtesy and shook her curls. "No, my lord," she whispered, "I am not very soldierly."
Judge Tiffany had no word alone with his wife until the sun slanted low across the orchard and the company broke up. When he met her apart, he said: "He ought to be a success, that protegé of yours!" "I have been dreadfully mortified!" "Oh, not a social success, though that may come too, if he ever perceives the necessity for it. But a general success.
'How I look! said she, taking hold of a chemise made of tiffany, which she had on over a blue lute-string, and which looked as much upon the decay as her beauty, for she was once a handsome woman; her hair was frizzled; over it she had a small straw hat, with a dirty gauze half-handkerchief round it, and a bit of dirtier gauze than ever my maid wore was bowed on behind.
He ascended from Paris on the 18th June 1786 in a balloon of glazed tiffany, 29 feet in diameter, which was constructed by himself. It was filled with hydrogen, and had wings as well as oars! When the aeronaut deemed it advisable to descend, he attempted to do so by using the wings.
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