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Forbes wrote very well; but I believe he wrote before episcopacy was quite extinguished. And then pausing a little, he said, 'Yes, you have Wishart AGAINST Repentance . BOSWELL. 'But, Sir, we are not contending for the superior learning of our clergy, but for their superior assiduity. He bore us down again, with thundering against their ignorance, and said to me, 'I see you have not been well taught; for you have not charity. He had been in some measure forced into this warmth, by the exulting air which I assumed; for, when he began, he said, 'Since you will drive the nail! He again thought of good Mr.
I proceeded with my harangue, and lamented that the gentlemen had not remained to assist Mr. Wishart in answering my questions; and I put it to the good sense of Mr.
But only for the moment. In another minute or two the argument, begun so casually, had developed into a serious trial of strength, in which the squire and young Wishart took the chief parts, while Mr. Spooner threw in a laugh and a sarcasm here and there. And as long as Mr. Wendover talked, Madame de Netteville listened.
Wishart, however, as if for the purpose of exposing his friends, and totally defeating his own object, persisted in having the resolution submitted to the meeting. The result was, that perhaps forty or fifty hands were held up for it, and a forest of ten thousand hands were raised against it. The High Bailiff, of course, declared that the resolution was lost by a very large majority.
As they approached they caught an echo of a loud, bland voice saying, "We must remember our moral responsibilities, my dear Lady Manorwater. Now, for instance " And a strange thing happened. For the first time in her life Miss Alice Wishart felt that the use of loud and solemn words could jar upon her feelings. She set it down resignedly to the evil influence of her companion.
"Not a bit. I would do it again, for it is my nature to, as the hymn says. I am cut all the wrong way, and my mind is my mind, you know. But I can't expect Miss Wishart to take that point of view." His aunt shook a hopeless head. "Your moral nature is warped, my dear. It has always been the same since you were a very small boy at Glenavelin, and read the Holy War on the hearthrug.
He found the girl standing statue-like, holding the bridle-rein, and looking into the distance with vacant eyes. "Are you going back to Glenavelin, Miss Wishart?" he asked. "I think I had better go with you if you will allow me." Alice mutely assented and walked beside him while he led his horse. He could think of nothing to say.
You seem to think underwriters haven't got enough sense to come in out of the rain. I had it of Uncle Ned. It seems these two unhappy devils, Wiseman and Wishart, were drunk on the champagne from the beginning and died drunk at the end. The captain looked on the table.
George was puzzling his brain all the while as to how he should tell his companion something which she ought to know. The strong drift and the turns of the road claimed much of his attention, so it is possible that he blurted out his news somewhat baldly. "Do you know, Miss Wishart, that Lewis Haystoun and I are going off next week? Abroad, you know."
Janet, of course, could not know all of that romance, though she tried to picture it from what her friend told her. Augusta Wishart, at six and twenty, had been one of those magnificent Canadian women who are most at home in the open; she could have carried Gifford Maturinout of the wilderness on her back.
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