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Emlie said something dreadful for Flamsted had happened and Luigi looked all of a sudden so queer and pale," she sat up, and in the excitement and importance of imparting such news forgot her over-exertion, "and Mr. Emlie said father was telling Mrs. Googe and he was afraid it would kill her and then father came to the door looking just like Luigi, all queer and pale, and Mr.
MacLoughanchan, he works in the same section as Jim, told me about it " "About what?" Aileen asked, hoping to get some continuity into Maggie's relation of her marital woes. "The fight at the sheds." "What fight?" Aileen put the question with a sickening fear at her heart. "The fight betwixt Jim an' Mr. Googe " "What do you mean, Maggie?"
In a Latin poem of the sixteenth century, written by a certain Thomas Kirchmeyer and translated into English by Barnabe Googe, we read:
While she stood there looking out on the lake and the Flamsted Hills with eyes that were still seeing the gardens and marble terraces of Isola Bella, Champney Googe had time to fix that picture on his mental retina and, recalling it in after years, knew that the impression was "more lasting than bronze."
We have already seen that Googe, besides borrowing from Garcilaso's version of a portion of the Arcadia, himself paraphrased passages of the Diana in his eclogues, and the latter work also supplied material for the pen of Sir Philip Sidney.
"It's got into my head, and somehow I can't get it out, that it's something to do with Champney " "Champney! " the name slipped unawares through the red barrier of her lips; she bit them in vexation at their betrayal of her thought "you mean Champney Googe?" She tried to speak indifferently. "Who else should I mean?" Octavius answered shortly.
Well up towards the bakery, because the hour was early, stood Champney Googe, unknown, unidentified as yet by three men, Father Honoré and two detectives, who from the dark archway of a sunken area farther down the street were scanning this bread-line. The man for whom they were searching held his head low. An old broad-brimmed felt hat was jammed over his forehead, almost covering his eyes.
He wanted to climb the cliff-like rocks and think it out under the pines, landmarks of his early boyhood. He picked his way among the boulders and masses of sheep laurel; he was thinking not of the quarries but of himself; he did not even inquire of himself how the sale of the quarries might be about to affect his future. Champney Googe was self-centred.
Aurora turned and looked at her. The girl's heart was nigh to bursting. Impulsively she threw her arms around the woman's neck and whispered: "If you need me, do send for me I'll come." But Aurora Googe went forth from Champ-au-Haut without a word either to the girl, to Hannah, or to Octavius Buzzby. For the first two miles they drove in silence.
He went to Europe; she followed; wrote lying letters to her brother said she was engaged to be married to Louis before her return; told Louis I was going to marry her brother, Warren Googe in the end she had her way, and always has had it, and will have it. I married Warren Googe; she was forty when she married Louis at twenty-eight." She paused, straightened herself.
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