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These householders were two very respectable retired mariners, the first a widower about fifty, and the other a bachelor of perhaps the same age, a few years more or less making but little difference in this region of weather-beaten youth and seasoned age.
And he never meddled in his neighbour's affairs, or offered advice, or unfavourably criticised anything that happened outside his own boundaries. One daughter only John Warner had, and that was all his family, and her mother struck the first stroke against his happiness and content, for she died and left him a widower at five-and-forty.
Captain Abner, a widower, had, when he died, left his house and land at East Wellmouth to his niece by marriage, Mrs. Thankful Barnes. Thankful, whose husband, Eben Barnes, was lost at sea the year after their marriage, had been living with and acting as housekeeper for an elderly woman named Pearson at South Middleboro. She, Thankful, had never visited her East Wellmouth inheritance.
This friend, and Sir Walter, did not marry, whatever might have been anticipated on that head by their acquaintance. Thirteen years had passed away since Lady Elliot's death, and they were still near neighbours and intimate friends, and one remained a widower, the other a widow.
When that event came to pass, Hendrik Von Bloom was already a man of influence in the colony and "field-cornet" of his district, which lay in the beautiful county of Graaf Reinet. He was then a widower, the father of a small family. The wife whom he had fondly loved, the cherry-cheeked, flaxen-haired Gertrude no longer lived.
Pickering, who had appeared to me in glimpses as a sort of high priest of the proprieties. Mr. Pickering was a widower a fact which seemed to produce in him a sort of preternatural concentration of parental dignity. He was a majestic man, with a hooked nose, a keen dark eye, very large whiskers, and notions of his own as to how a boy or his boy, at any rate should be brought up.
A pretty good likeness, representing him in uniform, with his charger in the background. Perhaps the most animated of men would have been scarcely so wise a comforter as Robert Audley. He did not utter a word to the stricken widower, but quietly seated himself with his back to George, looking out of the open window.
Ever since she came home from school, about four-fifths of all the young men in town have been wild about her and so's every old bachelor, for the matter of that!" "Yes," Mr. Atwater added. "And every old widower, too." His wife warmly accepted the amendment. "And every old widower, too," she said, nodding. "Rather!
'I heard something else, said Edith, 'which surprised me much more. Fancy, Lord Selsey's going to be married to Mrs Raymond. Isn't that extraordinary? 'Lord Selsey a widower! Disgusting! I thought he pretended to be so fond of his first wife. 'He was, dear, I believe. But she died eighteen years ago, and
There is nothing in the world that a man appreciates more than that. Yes, I certainly do my duty. Nicholas, as you know, was a widower when I married him. By his first wife he had one child and a great deal to put up with. Whereas, now why, Eden, what are you crying about?" "I am not crying." In a moment Eden had choked back a sob.
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