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"You wouldn't catch Hopkins giving anything away," remarked one farmer to another. "'Rast is too close-fisted." "Why, as fer that," was the reply, "the thing is done to catch votes. You know that as well as I do." "S'pose it is," said the first speaker. "I'd ruther my vote was caught by a cup of hot coffee on a cold day, than by nothin' at all.
She's sensitive enough to know she's not getting away with much, but I'll bet she consoles herself by thinking that she's very virtuous and that I'm too gay and fickle and will come to a bad end. All unpopular girls think that way. Sour grapes! Sarah Hopkins refers to Genevieve and Roberta and me as gardenia girls!
Hopkins did not confine his attention solely to slaveholding in his own church and congregation. He entered into correspondence with the early Abolitionists of Europe as well as his own country. He labored with his brethren in the ministry to bring then to his own view of the great wrong of holding men as slaves. In a visit to his early friend, Dr.
There are," Alicia was enjoying her naughty self immensely "good authors and bad authors. Sometimes the bad authors are good, and sometimes the good authors are bad. But our author is more than either: he's It!" "You entirely and strangely misunderstand me." Miss Hopkins spoke with the deadly gentleness of suppressed fury.
One of the innumerable servants had already turned down my bed, so when Hopkins appeared at the door, I suspected at once that there was a hidden motive underlying her ostensible purpose. "Mrs. Vanderbridge told me to look after you," she began. "She is afraid you will be lonely until you learn the way of things." "No, I'm not lonely," I answered. "I've never had time to be lonely."
"You will be so set up now, Susan Hopkins, that we won't be able to bear you in the same class," said Clara Sawyer. "Go on," exclaimed Hannah Johnson "go on and tell us what you want. Your horrid brooch doesn't interest us. What have you got to say?" "You are mad with jealousy, and you know it," answered Susy. "Well, I am coming to the great news.
He turned his mind to the possible purposes of his journey. He knew nothing at all. His own personal share in the activities of Kursten, Kasten, Hopkins and Fallowe the biggest advertising agency in the world was the production of the Dikkipatti Hour, top-talent television show, regularly every Wednesday night between eight-thirty and nine-thirty o'clock central U. S. time. It was a good show.
"Do as you please," she answered carelessly. So Mr. Burke, for it was the detective, bade her good-night and took his leave, and it was not until after he had gone that Mary Hopkins remembered she had forgotten to ask him his name. "But it don't matter," she decided. "He's just one o' 'Rast's politicians, and I probably treated the fellow better than he deserved." On Sunday morning Mr.
"Oh, he's agin putting advertising signs on fences and barns, and wants to have them prohibited, like the infernal fool he is." "Indeed. Then he's a progressive fellow. And you say his issue is unpopular?" "That's what it is. It'll kill his chances if he ever had any." "Strange," mused the Senator. "That issue has been a winning one usually." "What do you mean?" asked the astonished Hopkins.
Master Hopkins, a young man who had recently entered Squire Sedgwick's office to study law, was next pounced upon, having indiscreetly ventured on the street, and treated to a similar free ride, which was protracted until the youth purchased surcease by consenting to wear a sprig of hemlock in his hat. About the middle of the forenoon Squire Woodbridge, Deacon Nash, Dr.
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