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I have here three films taken at Trimble's, from different angles, and they clearly show exactly what actually occurred while Mrs. Willoughby and Annie Grayson were looking at the Kimberley Queen." He paused as if analysing the steps in his own mind. "The telegraphone gave me the first hint of the truth," he said.
The 2nd and 6th Virginia cavalry, under General Steuart, were to advance to Newtown, also on the Valley turnpike, and eight miles from Winchester; while Ewell, with Trimble's brigade and his artillery, was to move to Nineveh, two miles north of Cedarville, and there halt, awaiting orders.
Trimble's Appeal Mr. Mckee an exceptional Kentuckian Mr. Grinnell on Kentucky the Example of Russia Mr. Phelps Mr. Shellabarger's Amendment Mr. Chanler Mr. Stevens' Amendments Mr. Eliot closes the Discussion Passage of the Bill Yeas and Nays.
Fenton's tantrams an' the occasion of it was, lying snug and warm this mornin', in one of Andy Trimble's whiskey barrels. For shame, Mr.
I am not worrying about Miss Trimble's capacity to do the work. I am only wondering in what capacity it would be best for her to enter the house. Have you a vacancy for a parlour-maid?" "I could make one." "Do so at once. Miss Trimble is at her best as a parlour-maid. She handled the Marling divorce case in that capacity. Have you a telephone in the room?" Mrs. Pett opened the stuffed owl.
It was to Ewell's dispositions, his wise use of his reserves, and to Trimble's ready initiative, that Fremont's defeat was due. Beyond sending up a couple of brigades from Port Republic, Jackson gave no orders.
Esselen decided to stand or fall by his subordinate, the result being a triumph for the President. In Mr. Esselen's place there was appointed as State Attorney Dr. Coster, a Hollander, who however declined to have anything to do with the organization of the police; and in Mr. Trimble's stead reappeared the individual whom he had superseded and whose services had been dispensed with.
To-night there was little speech of any kind before falling into dreamless slumber. "O hell! Hungry as a dog!" "Me, too!" "Can't you just see Manassas Junction and Stuart's and Trimble's fellows gorging themselves?
But morning came, and there was no sign of Tom. A lantern had been left burning outside the tent all night, in case he should come. But he did not. "Well," said Mr. Brown, after breakfast, "there's only one thing to do, and I'm going to do it." "What is that?" asked his wife. "I'm going over to Farmer Trimble's, to see if Tom is there."
He hung back, and seemed to want to stay close to a small building, near Mr. Trimble's barn. Splash walked around this building three or four times, barking loudly. "What makes Splash act so funny?" asked Bunny. "I don't know," answered Mr. Brown. "Here, Splash! Come here!" he cried. But Splash would not come. "What makes Splash act so queer?" asked Bunny again.
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