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Winship's tent, 'I don't know whether I ought to repeat what was told me in confidence, but the fact is well she doesn't like Mr. Pinkerton very well! The other girls, who had not enjoyed the advantages of city life and travel, looked as dazed as any scandalmonger could have desired. 'Don't like him! gasped Polly, nearly falling off the stump. 'Why, she's married to him!
"Which day is it that Dorlcote Mill is to be sold? Where's the bill?" said Mr. Wakem to his clerk when they were alone. "Next Friday is the day, Friday at six o'clock." "Oh, just run to Winship's the auctioneer, and see if he's at home. I have some business for him; ask him to come up." Although, when Mr.
Winship's Shakespeare class the preceding winter, but they were actually dumb with astonishment when Bell proposed it for the opening performance in the new theatre. 'I tell you, she argued, 'there are not many pieces which would be effective when played out of doors by dim candle-light, but this will be just as romantic and lovely as can be. You see it can be played just "as you like it."
The very sky had fallen for me to gather rainbow gold and here we were living prose again, just as before. I had struggled with my joy through all the short night, for I had imagined them suffering and angry; but I do believe that on the whole Milly had enjoyed the dance, and liked to shine even by her reflected importance as the beautiful Miss Winship's cousin.
Strange whim of destiny! Across this maiden life of devoted study came the shadow of a great name which for two hundred years has been blazoned upon the pages of England's history. In the loom of fate the modest gray warp of Helen Winship's life crossed the gay woof of a Lord of high degree, and left a strange mark upon the web of time.
The doctor motioned me to a table behind the screen of which Kitty had spoken. There Helen had sat, there lay her writing case, the key sealed in an envelope addressed to me. Picking up a slip of paper torn from a letter pad, he asked: "Is this also Miss Winship's writing?" He held it out to me and I read the single line: "Don't tell Father." Dazed, half-comprehending, I repeated: "Yes."
Indeed, it was the sort of shriek that always commands instantaneous attention; and Aunt Truth came out of her tent prepared to receive tragic news. Bell followed; and the entire family would have done the same had they been in camp. Polly thrust the letter into Mrs. Winship's hand, and sank down exhausted, exclaiming, breathlessly, 'There's a mattress and a tent- -coming up the canyon.
"She is the most beautiful woman in the world!" "There we shall not disagree. To Nelly herself the riddle of nature that we seek to read is doubtless also a mystery, but one for whose unraveling she is happy to wait. My daughters have a picture of her, taken at the age, possibly, of six, which gives inartistic prominence to 'Grandpa Winship's ears' the left larger than the right.
THE CABOTS. Cabot literature is full of conjecture and controversy. G.P. Winship's Cabot Bibliography is a good guide to all but recent works. Nicholls' Remarkable Life of Sebastian Cabot shows more zeal than discretion. Harrisse's John Cabot and his son Sebastian arranges the documents in scholarly order but draws conclusions betraying a wonderful ignorance of the coast. On the whole, Dr.
It seems to me that if I ever atone for this I will have a slate and pencil hanging to my belt, and only write what I have to say. The moisture came to Mrs. Winship's eyes as she read this tear- stained little note. 'There's something here I don't quite understand, she thought; 'and yet Polly confessed that Laura told the truth.
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