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Hone stooped and picked up his dumb-bells once more. "Your conclusions are not always very convincing, Teddy," he remarked. Duncombe got to his feet in leisurely preparation for departure. "There was no mistake as to her reticence anyhow," he observed. "It was the more conspicuous, as all the rest of us were yelling ourselves hoarse in your honour.
She felt herself stiffen involuntarily, and something within her began to pound and race like the hoofs of a galloping horse. A brief agitation was hers, which she almost instantly subdued, but which left her strangely cold. Hone had risen from the table. He came quietly to her side. There was no visible elation about him.
Only Zbyszko remained watching near the litter and sat close by upon the roots of the pear-tree, not taking his eyes off her even for a moment. She lay in the midst of the afternoon silence, her eyelids closed. It seemed to Zbyszko that she was not asleep, when at the other end of the meadow a man who was mowing hay stopped and began to sharpen his scythe loudly upon the hone.
They had died in this world, yet there they were, well and happy." "Oh, yes!" said Duncan, with no small touch of spitefulness in his tone, " twang twanging at teir fine colden herps! She'll not be thinking much of ta herp for a music maker! And peoples tells her she'll not pe hafing her pipes tere! Och hone! Och hone!
Foote: If your lordship will pardon me for calling attention to the famous case of the King against William Hone, I would point out that there Hone read extracts to the jury. Mr. Justice North: Very possibly it might have been relevant in that case. Mr. Foote: But, my lord, it was precisely a similar case it was a case of blasphemous libel. Lord Ellenborough sat on the bench. Mr.
She began to remember those bitter years that stretched behind her, the blind regrets with which he had filled her life this man who had tricked her, lied to her ay, and almost broken her heart in those far-off days of her girlhood, before she had learned to be cynical. "And even if I did believe you," she said, "what difference would it make?" Hone was silent for a moment.
"I don't know what to say to you, Major Hone," she said, after a moment. "I don't know even what you expect me to say, since you expressly tell me that you are not trifling." "Faith!" he broke in impetuously. "And is it trifling I'd be with the only woman I ever loved or ever wanted? I'm not asking you to flirt. I'm asking a bigger thing of you than that.
Ellenborough, the chief justice, before whom the two last trials were held, strained his judicial authority to procure a conviction of Hone, but the prisoner, with a spirit worthy of a martyr, defied the intimidation of the court, and thrice carried the sympathies of the jury with him. His triple acquittal led to Ellenborough's resignation, and perceptibly shook the prestige of the government.
"Another of the Christian friends from whom, in his later years, William Hone received so much kindness, has also furnished recollections of him. " . . . Two or three anecdotes which he related are all I can contribute towards a piece of mental history which, if preserved, would have been highly interesting.
A thick belt of jungle stretched down to the river where they landed, enveloping both banks a little higher up the stream. "What an awesome place!" remarked Mrs. Perceval, as she stepped ashore. "I hope the rest will arrive soon, or I shall develop an attack of nerves." "You've got me to take care of you," suggested Hone. She uttered her soft, little laugh.
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