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Gave his name as Drummond Keith." "This is amusing," said Basil, laughing. "I was in the very act of clearing that poor officer's character of rather fanciful aspersions. What about him?" "Well, sir," said the constable, "I took all the men's addresses and had them all watched. It wasn't serious enough to do more than that. All the other addresses are all right.
No," Mallow shook his head and resumed his walk, "he has not pluck enough to kill a fly." After this he dismissed the matter from his thoughts and waited expectant of a letter from Juliet. None came, and he was convinced that Basil had not delivered the message. This being the case, Cuthbert determined to act for himself, and one afternoon went down to Rexton.
You may go to New York if you wish, Isabel, but I shall stay here." "Be serious, Basil. I'm in earnest." "Serious? If I were any more serious I should shed tears. Come, my dear, I know what you mean, and if I had my heart set on this thing Fulkerson always calls it 'this thing' I would cheerfully accept any sacrifice you could make to it.
"I guess not." Diana knew by the tone of these words that her husband was on this subject contented. "What do you think of the mill people?" "I am very curious to find out what impression they make on you." "Basil," said Diana, her voice trembling, "they break my heart!" "What's to be done in that case?" "I don't know. Nothing follows upon that. But how do you feel?"
'Yes, Totila is noble, fell softly from him. 'Let be what will be. He is worthier than I. A knock sounded again at the door of the cell, and there entered Marcus. His keen and kindly face betrayed perturbation of spirit, and after looking from Basil to the new comer and then at Basil again, he said in a nervous voice: 'The lord abbot bids you repair at once, my brother, to the prior's room.
He talks of the episode freely, says that he has been urged to publish his Pot of Basil as a reply to the reviewers, has no idea that he can be made ridiculous by abuse, notes the futility of attacks of this kind, and then, with a serene conviction that is irresistible, adds, 'I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death!
But there is an article worth all the rest put together, on Scientific Institutions, written in such a mild, really philosophical spirit, such a pure, GREAT MAN'S desire to do good; I cannot but wish and hope it might prove to be Captain Beaufort's. If you have not read it, never rest till you do. To CAPTAIN BASIL HALL. EDGEWORTHSTOWN, March 12, 1829.
Francois' eyes were bent only upon the ducks, and he did not heed the other. As they came closer, first Lucien, and then Basil and Norman, saw something else that puzzled them. Whenever the swan approached any of the ducks, these were observed to disappear under the water.
Jack and Eddy had driven, and the moment came when they were occupied with their horses. She joined the others, and, presently, she was able to draw Sir Basil a little aside, and then still a little further, until, among the rosy aisles, she had him to herself. Stooping to gather a tiny cone she said to him in a low voice: "Well? well? What did she say?"
'He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows, Diana; down into humiliation and death; that he might so earn the right to lift them off our shoulders and hearts; and one of his children doubts if he cares!" "But he does not lift them off, Basil," said Diana; and her voice trembled with the unshed tears. "He will" said her husband. "When?" "As soon as we let him." "What must I do to let him?"
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