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He showed us into the cloisters, which had long been neglected and ruinous, until the time of Bishop Dennison, the last prelate, who has been but a few years dead.
There was something astonishingly impudent about her. She reminded Dennison of an old gin-sodden female derelict of the streets. There were red patches all over her, from stem to stern, where the last coat of waterproof black had blistered off. The brass of her ports were green. Her name should have been Neglect.
"He's making himself a reputation, fast enough," Dolph Dennison said, one day. "How much good he is accomplishing, though, is another question." To Dolph's surprise, Olive opposed him. "Isn't there always good in simple, downright sincerity?" she queried.
It's a good one, I'll admit. But your father will regret this night's work." "Perhaps. Here, read this." Dennison extended the note. Cunningham, his brows bent, ran through the missive. MISS NORMAN: Will you do me the honour to meet me at the bridgehead at half-past nine practically at once? My son and I are not on friendly terms.
Dick was eyeing his other detractor. "You, Mr. Dennison," continued Prescott, "are a dirty scandal-monger, a back-biter and a source of danger to the honor of the cadet corps!" "Let go of me!" roared Dennison, as two men held him. "Let me at that " "Any name that you would see fit to call me, Dennison, wouldn't sting," retorted Dick.
There was a brief muttered conversation among the Dennisons, and then Jake Dennison rose, put on his hat slowly, and, addressing the other boys, announced that he didn't know what they were going to do, but he was "a-gwine home and git ready to go and see the dance up at Gates's." He swaggered toward the door, the others following in his wake. Keith rose from his seat. "Go back to your places."
"You sure are, glory be t' th' Lord of Hosts to who I have also petitioned frequent on your behoof. An' now I'll call th' doctor." "No, no not Dennison; let me see her first. Can't I speak to Hermione first, Mrs. Trapes?" "She was up with you all las' night, sweet lamb! It'd be a shame to wake her " "So it would don't disturb her." "But I guess she'd never forgive me if I didn't wake her.
I'll just hold Bolton back until those rounds. I'll make him take it slow and then send him in to clean up! Dennison is shy a match right this minute for The Red; they're all a little doubtful about him. The Pilgrim will be the only logical man in the world to send against him that is, according to your sporting columns.
"I forbid you emphatically. I am responsible for you." "I am no longer your prisoner, Mr. Cleigh; I am Mr. Cunningham's." "You went up there alone?" demanded Dennison. "Why not? I'm not afraid. He will not break his word to me." "Damn him!" roared Dennison. "Where are you going?" she cried, seizing him by the sleeve. "To have it out with him! I can't stand this any longer!"
He would have taken her in his arms, but she resisted, gently, firmly. "You have made me think too much of you, Dennison," she whispered. On the way west Grant gradually unfolded his plan to Linder, who accepted it with his customary stoicism. "I'm not very strong for a scheme that hasn't got any profits in it," Linder confessed. "It doesn't sound human."
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