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"Were I Owen Massey's younger brother, she would not hesitate to send me; she will not do so now. She has too long lived a life of solitude to object to being left for a few short months, especially when she can hope that Owen may be found." Norah had gained her point.
She was not looking at the druggist as she spoke; but she was looking into the mirror over the prescription desk. And she could see Massey's face reflected in that glass. She saw his countenance suddenly change. It flushed, and then paled, and he showed great confusion. But he did not say a word. She was puzzled, but said no more to him.
Norah uttered a cry of delight, and, hurrying to the door, the next moment was in Owen Massey's arms. "I am glad to see you back, my lad," cried the old captain, grasping his hand; "you've made a quick voyage, and a prosperous one, I hope?" "As prosperous as I could desire," answered Owen.
Connected with these negotiations were many names amongst Lord Massey's own ancestors; so that here he suddenly alighted upon a fund of archeologic memorabilia, connecting what interested him as an Irishman in general with what most interested him as the head of a particular family.
The rest of his "exquisite reasons" may be found at pages 134-143 of the book. This is nothing, however, to the feats of which Mr. Massey's subtlety is capable. Sonnet 38 begins: How can my Muse want subject to invent, While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse Thine own sweet argument, too excellent For every vulgar paper to rehearse? That is, kindly explains Mr.
The usher had carried up tons of them it seemed to the popular Rose, but she carried only Alan Massey's home with her. "I am sorry, Alan. I didn't see it. Maybe it was there; I didn't half look at the flowers. Your message did me so much good, Dicky. I was scared to death because they had just said Miss Clay was outside. And somehow when I knew you were there I felt all right again.
The children were both ready and waiting anxiously at the front window long before the hour. Maizie was the first to make her announcement. "Miss Massey's coming down the path," she cried. They all crowded to the window. Miss Massey, looking up, waved her hand gaily, and the children delightedly waved back.
From Mrs. Massey's observations it could be gathered that she had been minding the Wogan twins by deputy, and further that she entertained the gloomiest views about the mental and moral qualities of her son little Larry, who replied to her animadversions with over-reaching protestations about matches and theories of spontaneous combustion.
The dike looks as though it needed repairs up here at this end, but nobody does much to it. Mr. Peyton has us go over his section of the banks every year." The horses moved forward, leaving room for them to pass, and the car went on. John Massey's house was the last one at the end of the road, a little place with a roof that needed new shingles and with sagging steps leading up to the door.
Massey's indignation, chiefly because it is the leading advocate of "the personal theory" that is, the autobiographical and non-dramatic character of the poems. This implies an acceptance of the statement clearly made in the Sonnets of Shakespeare's infidelity to his wife; and this Mr. Massey pronounces an outrageous and unwarranted slander.
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