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"It is hard luck you should be doomed to spend the evening with two such useless fellows as we are." She did not catch his remark at first, as was natural in a person preoccupied. Then she bit her lips to repress a smile. "I assure you, Mr. Farrar," she said with force, "I have never in my life wished to dance as little as I do now."
"Don't mention it, lady," he said. "I seen he was annoying you, and that's why I got rid of him. Some of them amateur soldiers, as soon as they get into uniform, are too fresh. He took advantage of you because your folks were away from home. But don't you worry about that. I'll guard this house until your folks get back." Miss Farrar protested warmly.
The rain presently ceased, and the wind hauled, as is often the case, to the northwest, which began to clear, while Bear Island rose from the northern horizon. Both Farrar and I were surprised to see Miss Trevor come out; she hooked back the cabin doors and surveyed the prostrate forms with amusement. We asked her about those inside. "Mrs.
When the war was over, and he came back, in 1871, the grateful villagers resumed the play as their "best method of thanking God who had given them the blessings of victory and peace." Canon Farrar, of Westminster, has given us the best and most sympathetic account yet published of the various actors.
Farrar, if an old friend, so to speak, can put the question, why in the world " "The most natural thing," replied Mr. Farrar with a cold laugh; "I am old, as I told you, and the younger men get all the work. That is all. Nobody wants a genealogist and antiquary." "Dear me, dear me! Why, Mr. Farrar, I remember now; you used to know my poor son-in-law, who is dead eighteen years since.
"Damn the money!" said Mr. Cooke, and we knew he meant it. Over the episodes of that interminable morning it will, be better to pass lightly. It was spent by Farrar and me in misery. It was spent by Mr.
Cooke had laid out Mohair as ruthlessly as Napoleon planned the new Paris; though not, I regret to say, with a like genius. Fortunately Farrar interposed and saved the grounds, but there was no guardian angel to do a like turn for the house. Mr. Langdon Willis, of Philadelphia, was the architect who had nominal charge of the building. He had regularly submitted some dozen plans for Mr.
With her bright face, and her full, speaking eye, and interested especially, no doubt, in the new kind of ministration to which she was listening, she gave me her whole attention, often slightly nodding her assent, unconsciously to herself and unobserved by others. She married Professor John Farrar of Harvard, and able mathematician, and one of the most genial and lovable men that ever lived.
And I would have taken my oath, two weeks before, that nothing short of hypnotic influence could have changed her. By her own confession she had come to Asquith with her eyes opened, and, what was more, seen another girl wrecked on the same reef. Farrar followed me out presently, and I had an impulse to submit the problem as it stood to him.
Apparently pained and surprised to find that it was to him she had addressed herself, he regarded her with deep reproach. His eyes were very beautiful. It was a fact which had often caused Miss Farrar extreme annoyance. He shook his head sadly. "'Mr. Lathrop?" he protested. "You know that to you I am always 'Charles Charles the Bold, because I am bold to love you; but never 'Mr.
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