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I should find it hard to forgive the man who pried into my secret thoughts, he remarked. 'There they are. If one puts them to paper! . . . Woodseer shrugged. 'Yes, yes. They never last long enough with me. So far I'm safe. One page led to another. You can meditate. I noticed some remarks on Religions. You think deeply.
'Father taught me, she said to the earl, not more discomposed than if she had taken a jump. 'It's over! he groaned, savagely white, and bellowed for guns, any weapons. 'Your father? pray? She was entreated to speak. 'Yes, it must be shot; it will be merciful to kill it, she said. 'They have carried the child indoors. The others are safe. Mr. Woodseer, run to my nurse-girl, Martha.
She walked to his big house Esslemont for news of him. And I'm not a snivelling wench either; but she speaks of him a way to make a girl drink her tears, if they ain't to be let fall. 'But you had a victory down there, Gower hinted congratulations. 'Ah, said she. 'Christopher Ines is all right now? 'I've as good as lost my good name for Kit Ines, Mr. Woodseer. 'Not with my dad, Madge.
'My lord lives in a square, she said. 'We shall soon be there now, he encouraged her, doubtful though the issue appeared. 'It is a summer morning for the Ortler, the Gross-Glockner, the Venediger, all our Alps, Mr. Woodseer. 'If we could fly! 'We love them. 'Why, then we beat a wing yes. 'For I have them when I want them to sight. It is the feet are so desirous.
Her face had now an air of homeliness, well suited to an English household interior. She could chat. Any pauses occurring, he was the one guilty of them; she did not allow them to be barrier chasms, or 'strids' for the leap with effort; she crossed them like the mountain maid over a gorge's plank kept her tones perfectly. Her Madge and Mr. Gower Woodseer made a conversible topic.
Luck hangs right enough till I put down my stake. 'If the luck has gone three times, the chances . . . . Woodseer was rather inquiring than pronouncing. . . . Lord Fleetwood cut him short. 'The chances are equally the contrary! and discomposed his argumentative mind.
I apologize for abusing you; I can't do more. You're an infernally clever player there! And, upon my soul, I could drink ditchwater! But if you're going in for transactions at Carlsruhe, mark my words, your luck's gone. Laugh as much as you like. Woodseer happened to be smiling over the excellent reason for not turning back which inflicted the wofulness.
They were good for primitive times: but they or the trick of the mind engendered by them trip my steps along the lines of composition. I produce pellets instead of flowing sheets. It'll come right. At present I 'm so bent to pick and perfect, polish my phrase, that I lose my survey. As a consequence, my vocabulary falters. 'Ah, Mr. Woodseer breathed and smote.
I have to beg your excuse; I found it lying open; I looked at the page, I looked through the whole; I am quite at your mercy. Woodseer jumped at the sight of his note-book, felt for the emptiness of his pocket, and replied: 'Thank you, thank you. It's of use to me, though to no one else. 'You pardon me? 'Certainly. I should have done it myself.
His mother was a South Wales woman. 'Could he be persuaded to publish a grand edition of the Triads? Mr. Woodseer said at once. 'No man more likely. 'If you see him, suggest it. 'Very little chance of my meeting him again. But those Triads! They're in our blood. They spring to tie knots in the head. They push me to condense my thoughts to a tight ball.