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"Not that, but worse:" Claude answered; "worse than your worst suspicions, and it may be worse than the death of one you much regard." "Has any thing evil happened to my ward?" asked the advocate, exhibiting alarm. "Why do you pause? Inform me quickly." "Too quickly, perhaps, I shall inform you," replied Claude, deprecatingly. "Something evil has happened to your ward.
"I had every boy in the ward out working," he said. "Yes," I said, "but Dan had every grandmother and every daughter and every granddaughter out working." Dan came around to the flat one night after the election. He was as happy as a boy over his victory. "Carleton," he said, again, "it's too domd bad ye ain't an Irishmon." After he had gone, Ruth said to me: "I don't think Mr.
"May God avert the worst!" replied the other, "but the Spaniards will surely advance again, and I know many in my ward who won't vote for resistance this time." "They are right, a thousand times right. Requesens is not Alva, and if we voluntarily seek the king's pardon " "There would be no blood shed and everything would take the best course."
'At first; but either he could not bear to see Meta's piano profaned, or he thought it too strong when they got to the sacred line, for he bolted, and is gone home. 'There's Harry dancing with Fanny Anderson. He has not got Miss Ward all this time. 'Nor will, said Aubrey.
That we have sworn, and will not turn aside, That we will onward till we win or fall, That we will keep the faith for which they died." It is doubtful if in all Millsburgh there was a soul who felt a personal loss in the passing of their "esteemed citizen" Adam Ward.
"Monsieur," she replied, "the reasons which compel me to request that your visits shall be less frequent hereafter are of an excessively delicate nature; and I must beg you to spare me the unpleasantness of mentioning them." "Madame," I replied, "I have been authorized by Jeanne's guardian to see his ward every day.
I expected to see one of the usual cinnamon-colored natives in congress gaiters and one of Pizzaro's cast-off hats. What I saw was an elegant gentleman of a slightly claybank complexion sitting in an upholstered leather chair, sipping a highball and reading Mrs. Humphry Ward.
Captain Ward, who had leaped into the mizzen chains of the enemy, leading the boarders, beheld with amazement two of his own men on the quarter-deck of the St. Denis attacking the enemy in rear. Almost at the same moment he observed the fall of one of them. His men also saw this, and giving an enthusiastic cheer they sprang upon the foe and beat them back.
"A Court of Love! Bigre! 'Tis a new idea, and a good one. But where is our little ward? Present her." Mademoiselle had to come forward, and when she had kissed hands the King said: "I hear sad tales of you, mademoiselle; but there, never mind! You must not, however, break all our hearts.
The Colonel tried to speak with calmness and dignity, but his tones were husky and his voice trembled. "Perhaps I can handle him better than any of the rest of you. I was talkin' with him when you came up." "You all go away and leave me with Colonel Gid Ward," bawled Bodge. "He's the only friend I've got in the world. He'll be good to me."
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