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Dacres then informed him all about Tozer's advent and departure. "Tozer!" cried the Baron, in intense delight. "Good on his darned old head! Hurrah for the parson! He shall marry us for this he, and no other, by thunder!" Upon which Mrs. Willoughby and Ethel exchanged glances, but said not a word. Not they. But in about five minutes, when Mrs.

Her eyes opened. Mrs. Tozer dropped to her side and, with the assistance of those who had followed, brought her quick relief. The girl was tenderly cared for, and in time she entirely recovered her strength. When Henry Lear returned to Portsmouth, he told a tale of Newichewannock life wilder than the stories of his grandmother's day.

"I'm blamed sorry this bus'ness has to wind up as it does, but there's no help fur it, and we'll leave fur the ranch after breakfast." "Will you keep your appointment with Tozer?" "I've been thinking of that; yes, I'll meet him." There was a peculiar intonation in these words that caused both boys to look into that bearded face, but they could not be sure of his meaning.

Your colour's fresh, so was your mother's before you. To be sure, she wasn't cooped up like you." "Oh, we do get a little fresh air sometimes in the parks, for instance," said Phoebe. She was somewhat piqued by the idea that she was supposed to live in London smoke. "Ah, the parks are always something; but I suppose it takes you a day's journey to get at them," said Mr. Tozer, shaking his head.

"I'll find out who done it, and I'll punish him as sure as that's my name, though I never put it on that there paper," Tozer was saying. Phoebe opened the door boldly, and went in. She had never seen her grandfather look so unlike himself. The knot of the big white neckerchief round his neck was pushed away, his eyes were red, giving out strange lights of passion.

She hesitated between the chilly drawing-room, where a fire was lighted, but where there was no evidence of human living, and the cozy parlour, where Mrs. Tozer sat in her best cap, still wheezy, but convalescent, waiting for her tea, and not indisposed to receive such deputations of the community as might come to ask for her.

Why, I could paper a room with their signatures; and yet I never had a claim upon one of them, though they always have claims on me!" I have said above that this affair of Lord Lufton's was ended, but it now appeared to Mark that it was not quite ended. "Tell Lufton, you know," said Sowerby, "that every bit of paper with his name has been taken up, except what that ruffian Tozer has.

Tozer, who was constantly galled and tormented by a starched white cambric neckerchief, which he wore at the express desire of Mrs Tozer, his parent, who, designing him for the Church, was of opinion that he couldn't be in that forward state of preparation too soon Tozer said, indeed, that choosing between two evils, he thought he would rather stay where he was, than go home.

He did not move, but stared blankly at her and it. Then she held it over the lamp and let it blaze and drop into harmless ashes in the midst of them all. Tozer dropped down into his elbow-chair sniffing and sobbing. Mr. May stood quite still, with a look of utter dulness and stupidity coming over the face in which so much terror had been.

The passion which Count Borulawski, the Polish dwarf, inspired in the bosom of the most beautiful Baroness at the Court of Dresden, is a matter with which we are all of us acquainted: the flame which burned in the heart of young Cornet Tozer but the other day, and caused him to run off and espouse Mrs.

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