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"Well, my lad, I ha' thought over that business and I'm taking horse to ride over to Tetherdown." "Oh Lord," said Mr. Hadley. "And what then, sir?" "I'll talk to Master Geoffrey." "Oh Lord," said Mr. Hadley again. "Do it delicately." "Delicate be damned," said Sir John. "I had better ride with you," said Mr. Hadley. "Good boy. Here, Roger Mr. Hadley's horse." Susan stood up.
He asked her eagerly where she had been, where she was going to be. "Why," she said gracefully, her pretty lips parted, "we're going to Bentwood Hadley's tomorrow. We'll be there for a week, I fancy. Maybe longer." "Have you thought of me much, Suzanne?" "Yes, yes! But you mustn't, Mr. Witla. No, no. I don't know what to think." "If I came to Bentwood Hadleys, would you be glad?"
Ditto per watch 163 58 0 Mr Wales measured the quantity eclipsed by a Hadley's quadrant, a method never before thought of. I am of opinion it answers the purpose of a micrometer to a great degree of certainty, and is a great addition to the use of this most valuable instrument.
Jeter listened to Hadley's words which were not so frantic now, as though Hadley had been numbed by the awful happenings. "The new bridge between Manhattan and Jersey," said Hadley, "has just been lifted by whatever the unearthly force is. It was pulled up from its very foundations. It was crowded with cars as people fled from New York and cars and people were lifted with the bridge.
"And where's Harry Boyce?" says Mr. Hadley. Sir John stared at him. "Why, seeking honour too, ain't he? What's in your head, Charles?" "This is rude," my lady sobbed; "this is brutal. The tutor! Oh, heaven, what is the tutor to me? I would to God I had never seen him him nor his wicked father." Sir John tugged at Mr. Hadley's empty sleeve and drew him aside. "What are you pointing at, Charles?
Hadley's surprise, who would complain that venture into Alison's house was much like a post over against the Irish Brigade; for a man never knew how she would break out upon him, but could count upon it that she would be harassing. "We are so glad," says Susan. "She loves to march her prisoner through the town. It's a simple, brutish taste." "Oh.
It was clearly idle to expect any great variety in Tom Hadley's conversation. "Whatever we do must be done quickly," he said, in a quiet, decided tone. "They'll wake up before long, and there won't be any chance. You, Tom, take that near animal, and I'll tackle the other. Jest untie them quiet and easy, and when I say the word start. Do you understand?"
As we said, Hadley's time was taken up first, in waiting upon his mother, and then upon his uncle.
As it rose above the hill, we heard the stroke of the bell. "Some one's d-dead. Hark! Only one stroke. It's a child. One for a c-child, two for a woman, and three strokes for a man." "I know who it is. Father was called up to Sam Hadley's last night. Little Benoni Mead was very poorly, and they didn't think he'd last through the night." Poor little Benoni!
Hadley's sextant and Harrison's chronometer were the necessary implements to enable James Cook to do his work, which was thus, both in aim and method, in every way English. James Cook was a practical sailor, who had shown considerable intelligence in sounding the St. Lawrence on Wolfe's expedition, and had afterwards been appointed marine surveyor of Newfoundland.
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