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She, at least, did not murder Her Majesty's English when she spoke, though her manners were not by any means quite genteel. Miss Gordon opened the conversation by inquiring after the attainments of her family in matters scholastic. They were all doing very well indeed, Miss Hillary reported. She spoke a little vaguely, to be sure.
"Indeed," said the Town-clerk, "he is such a friendly and disinterested boy, that I could not get him to accept a place in my office, for fear he should be thought to be pushing himself forward at the expense of Tam Hillary."
Heaven alone knows what I've had to bear!" "But, Mrs. Gum, I cannot understand. Why could not Willy have declared himself openly to the world?" It was evidently a most painful question. Her eyes fell; the crimson of shame flushed into her cheeks; and he felt sorry to have asked it. "Spare me, my lord, for I cannot tell you. Perhaps Jabez will: or Mr. Hillary; he knows.
Forest Glen at once decided it must have one, and Lottie Price, seeing a chance to distinguish herself as a reciter, once more took at the flood the tide that would sweep her on to glory, and boldly proffered a request for public closing exercises. Miss Hillary graciously consented. Indeed, Miss Hillary was in a gracious mood almost all the time now.
That you trimmed his hat with colored maple leaves at recess, and always chose him as your partner in games; that he wrote you notes in school, when Miss Hillary was answering her Wednesday letter, and you wrote back; and, above all, that the other girls wrote your name and his side-by-side on a slate, struck out all the common letters, and over the remainder chanted, "Friendship, Love, Hatred, Marriage."
Lord Hartledon turned his head sharply under cover of the surgeon's umbrella, for they were walking along together. A thought crossed him that the words might be a jest. "Yes, Pike is Willy Gum," continued Mr. Hillary. "And there you have the explanation of the poor mother's nervous terrors. I do pity her.
In 1769 in an essay on the "Natural History of Guiana," Bancroft mentions yaws; and Thomson speaks of it in Jamaica. Hillary in 1759 describes yaws in Barbadoes; and Bajou in Domingo and Cayenne in 1777, Dazille having already observed it in San Domingo in 1742.
This Christmas, Hillary and I traveled to Sarajevo with Senator and Mrs. Dole and a bipartisan congressional delegation. We saw children playing in the streets where, two years ago, they were hiding from snipers and shells. The shops were filled with food. The cafes were alive with conversation. The progress there is unmistakable; but it is not yet irreversible.
He was distracted. Sadler paid no attention. He only twanged his banjo, and sang casual poetry, and Little Irish ran on: "'Tis Pete Hillary himself was pulled out forninst the sand-bar," he says, "an' he's back in Ferdinand Street, swearin' for the bucket o' wather he swallyed.
Then they ran up the stairs, and there lay the hammer on the bed, and on the bed's-head there were near a thousand prints of the hammer. The maids said that they were scratched and pinched with a hand which had exceeding long nails. 'The second night that James Sherring and Thomas Hillary were there, James Sherring sat down in the chimney to fill a pipe of tobacco.
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