Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 11, 2025
The most I hope to do is to teach 'em a little to use their minds. Education and a fair field. To find out and to make clear what is found; that's the business of a newspaper as I see it." "Tittle-tattle. Tale-mongering," was Masters's contemptuous qualification. "A royal mission," laughed Banneker. "I call the Sage to witness. 'But the glory of kings is to search out a matter."
"And I came here," she said, with engaging candour, "because I see no other shop in this part of the town except Masters's, which, of course, I would not enter.
And Masters's pretty wife smiled joyously. She did not like to be parted from Tom for nearly seven months; but seven months was not a lifetime and then they would be so happy, away from the grinding poverty of their existence in Sydney. Dreams!
When the late Rector came up with the Perpetual Curate opposite Masters's shop there was quite a group of people there who noted the conjunction. What could it mean? Was there going to be a compromise? Was Carlingford to be shamefully cheated out of the "investigation," and all the details about Rosa Elsworthy, for which it hungered?
I want to send you these not their gums, but my pieces, and a "Grammont," of which I have printed only a hundred copies, and which will be extremely scarce, as twenty-five copies are gone to France. Tell me how I shall convey them safely. Masters's pamphlet, printed at the expense of the Antiquarian Society in the second volume of the "Archaeologia."
Her lips parted slightly, she seemed to murmur rather than speak: "What are these people to us? What are Seth's jealousies, Uncle Ben's and Masters's foolishness, Paw and Maw's quarr'ls and tantrums to you and me, dear? What is it what THEY think, what they reckon, what they plan out, and what they set themselves against to us?
"Fetch me the blue paper-covered book you'll find on the second left-hand shelf of the low book-case in my room, Burton." He waited immovable while the man went on the errand, being quite determined to start unprompted by Mr. Masters if he started at all. The old butler came out and acknowledged Mr. Masters's presence with a deferential bow. He addressed himself to Christopher. "Mr.
"His duty, I think," said the iron-grey sister, resolutely indifferent to Miss Dora's little sniffs, and turning her gaze out of the window, unluckily just at the moment when the carriage was passing Masters's shop, where some engravings were hanging of a suspiciously devotional character.
It seemed afterward to Bertram Chester, reviewing the early events of a life in which he was well pleased, that his real attack on things, his virtual beginning, came with that house-party of the Masters's. The victory of his smile on the staircase he followed up that evening to a general conquest. For Masters, when dinner was over, brewed a hot punch.
'What the hell is the matter? said the big supercargo, striding forward to the trader and seizing him by the arm. Then he looked into Masters's face. 'By God, Masters, is it you? As heaven is my judge, I swear to you that we both thought you were dead!
Word Of The Day
Others Looking