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He could not meet them; his own fell confused. "What did I say, Miss Rothesay? Oh, nothing nothing at all; only that if I had a commission to to hunt out this secret." "I thank you, Mr. Wyld; but a daughter would not willingly employ any third person to 'hunt out' her father's secret. His papers will doubtless inform me of everything; therefore we will speak no more on this subject."
Wyld; adding aloud, "Upon my honour, my dear, I assure you your father is alive." "Alive! Oh, my poor father!" And then she sank down slowly where she stood, as if pressed by some heavy, invisible hand. Mr. Wyld thought she had fainted; but it was not so. In another moment she stood before him, nerved by this great woe to a firmness which was awful in its rigid composure. "I can listen now.
In proof of the position now assigned to this angle of New Brunswick, and consequently of ancient Nova Scotia, in the absence of documents which the archives of Great Britain alone can furnish, the map published by the Society for the Encouragement of Useful Knowledge, the several maps of the surveyor-general of the Province of Canada, and the most recent map of the Provinces of Nova Scotia and New Brunswick, by John Wyld, geographer to the Queen of Great Britain, may be cited.
The statement that the monuments "stood untouch'd" is especially interesting and valuable as coming from them. The name of one despoiler is on record. In the answer by the dean and chapter to an enquiry by Bishop Warner, a certain John Wyld, a shoemaker of Rochester, is mentioned as having taken down and sold iron and brass work from some of the tombs. The Rev.
"Some men don't," said the old lawyer laconically; "but if the trouble is not your own that is easy to understand." At this Dick gave a short laugh. He wanted it to be believed that the trouble was not his own, and yet he did not quite care to be supposed indifferent to it. "It's an old story," he said. "It is something that happened to Tom Wyld, an old crony of mine out on the other side."
She became jealous of her sister when we invited her; and long afterwards, when her brother became a widower, and she went to live with him, he confided to his nephew that he had had to bear frequent outbursts of jealousy. It was merely the exaggeration of a tender sentiment which could not brook a rival. Financial complications. Summer visitors. Boats and boating. Visit to Paris. W. Wyld.
His friend, William Wyld. An Indian in Europe. An Italian adventuress. Important meeting with an American. Its consequences. I go to a French hotel. People at the table d'hote. M. Victor Ouvrard. His claim on the Emperor. M. Gindriez. His family. His eldest daughter.
After his recovery, my husband arranged his work in a manner which divided the hours into sitting ones and standing ones, to avoid a return of the late inflammatory symptoms; and there never was a recurrence of them. The pictures were in a fairly advanced stage when Mr. William Wyld came on a visit of a few days and gave him valuable advice about them.
"Reputation" says Fielding in one of the essays in that periodical "often courts those most who regard her the least. Actions have sometimes been attended with Fame, which were undertaken in Defiance of it. Jonathan Wyld himself had for many years no small Share of it in this Kingdom." The book now under consideration is the elaboration of the idea thus casually thrown out.
W. Wyld had also written: "I need not say I heartily wish you success and the more so that it would have the result of my seeing you at least twice a year, a pleasure I shall anxiously look forward to; for the older I grow the more I yearn for that sort of communion of thought which is scarcely ever to be met with in the ordinary way of existence ... I have no one I can discuss art with ... and as for philosophy "
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