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Green Walker's uncle might not be of use to them; "but the fact is one gets tired of the same men always. One does not like partridge every day. As for me, I have nothing to do with it myself; but I would certainly like to change the dish." "If we're merely to do as we are bid, and have no voice of our own, I don't see what's the good of going to the shop at all," said Mr. Sowerby.
Walker's ribbons. "Mrs. Walker, I want to tell you something." "Mother-r," interposed Randolph, with his rough ends to his words, "I tell you you've got to go. Eugenio'll raise something!" "I'm not afraid of Eugenio," said Daisy with a toss of her head. "Look here, Mrs. Walker," she went on, "you know I'm coming to your party." "I am delighted to hear it." "I've got a lovely dress!"
Swooping suddenly upon Sarah Walker's too evident deshabille, she made two or three attempts to pluck her into propriety; but the child, recognizing the cause as well as the effect, looked askance at me and only stiffened herself the more. "Sarah Walker, I'm shocked." "It ain't HIS room anyway," said Sarah, eying me malevolently. "What's he doing here?"
Scurry's brigade of Walker's, disordered by the sudden retreat upon it of Gause, was heavily pressed by the enemy. Scurry and his men struggled gallantly, but required immediate relief; and to give it, Waul and Randall on their left were ordered to drive back the line fronting them. Never was order more thoroughly executed.
"They ought to be precious thankful I give them anything." "Hang it all, it's not your own money. The government allots you a reasonable sum. They won't complain if you spend it." "They're a bunch of fools at Apia." Mackintosh saw that Walker's motive was merely vanity. He shrugged his shoulders. "It won't do you much good to score off the fellows at Apia at the cost of your life."
WHEN the offer of Mr. Walker's cottage was made known in the family, there was a passive acquiescence in the change on the part of all but Aunt Grace. Her pride was aroused. "It's very kind in Mr. Willet," she said "very kind, but scarcely delicate under the circumstances." "Why not delicate?" inquired Mr. Markland.
That was the last time the word "Australey" passed Henery Walker's lips, and even when 'e saw his great-uncle writing letters there he didn't say anything. And the old man was so suspicious of Mrs. Walker's curiosity that all the letters that was wrote to 'im he 'ad sent to Bob Pretty's. He used to call there pretty near every morning to see whether any 'ad come for 'im.
It was Walker's wish, I can't tell why, except that it is the wish of a great number of other persons in this strange world, to make his wife believe that he was wretched in mind and ill in health; and all assertions to this effect the simple creature received with numberless tears of credulity: she would go home to Mrs.
"The Principessina is named Sarah Walker, after her mother's maiden name." "Then this IS Sarah Walker's daughter!" I said joyfully. "She is the daughter of the Prince and Princess of Monte Castello," corrected the lady frigidly. "I had the pleasure of knowing her mother very well." I stopped and blushed. Did I really know Sarah Walker very well? And would Sarah Walker know me now?
Then came the insurrection of Nat Turner in Virginia an uprising described minutely by myself elsewhere; the remarkable inflammatory pamphlet called "Walker's Appeal," by a Northern colored man a piece of writing surpassed in lurid power by nothing in the literature of the French Revolution; and more potent than either or both of these, the appearance of the first number of the Liberator, in Boston.
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