Here, as they stopt, a poor woman, nearly in rags, with one child by her side, and another in her arms, approached the carriage, and presenting a petition, besought the ladies to read or hear her case.Tyrold with a pacquet, just arrived, by a private hand, from Lisbon.“When a woman is impertinent, one must only put up with it and keep out of her way in future, but I am not inclined to put up with Mr.And then, surprised at not seeing Edgar to breakfast, sent his butler to tell him the history of the excursion.Presently it was found that Awal Boep Said, the captain of the schooner brig, Kiem Ping Hin, on whose testimony Ardjan chiefly relied, had also disappeared without leaving a trace behind him.
If the two had no greater sympathy in their inward thoughts than in their outward bearing and appearance, the meeting did not seem likely to prove a very calm or pleasant one.But my aunt was very kind, wanting me to have rest from my work there, because I’d been ill, and she invited me to come and stay with her for a while.
‘I would give the world somebody would take her out!’‘You don’t think she would dance?’‘O yes she would! her lameness is no impediment; for she never thinks of it.He’s none of your drivellers, none of your ignoramuses.‘I have not the smallest doubt of it.‘Ay, ay, sir, we’ll be with ye in a jiffy,’ he answered.The stranger adjusted his coat-collar about his face, and made no answer.He leaned heavily against the wall of the room, and looked at the woman who had slept on his bosom, and who had denied him to his face.There are the bric-à-brac shops, crammed with cheap odds and ends from every quarter of the globe, all equally undistinguishable under an impartial covering of dust and dirt; there are the booksellers, with their worm-eaten folios and their copies of the Scriptures, and their written announcements in the Hebrew character; there are the cheap printsellers, with smeary copies from popular pictures and highly coloured daubs of French battle-fields and English hunting-scenes.Dieverbrug, a Jew, who lived in the Muiderstraat, was a diamond merchant in a large way of business, speaking English, frequently visiting England, and likely to give as good, if not a better price than any one else in the trade.”I hardly know how to tell you, Mrs.
”“Has she gone to Europe? Oh, I beg and pray you, have pity upon me and deliver me from this fearful suspense?”“I will tell you nothing at all.‘Will you tell me what I am to do!’‘Do! Nothing easier.“Why—Sidin, pull down the blinds!” said the resident prudently.”“And?” cried van Gulpendam, impatiently.I once had thoughts of being a bishop, myself.And when had Dolly ever been the Dolly of that afternoon? To see how she came in, arm-in-arm with Joe; and how she made an effort not to blush or seem at all confused; and how she made believe she didn’t care to sit on his side of the table; and how she coaxed the locksmith in a whisper not to joke; and how her colour came and went in a little restless flutter of happiness, which made her do everything wrong, and yet so charmingly wrong that it was better than right!— why, the locksmith could have looked on at this (as he mentioned to Mrs Varden when they retired for the night) for four-and-twenty hours at a stretch, and never wished it done.
“Oh, Mrs.”“Very good.How many are there?’‘Only one,’ said Dolly faintly, for everybody looked at her.‘He has had visitors to-day — humph?’ said Gabriel, slyly.“Now just do look at this, mother,—why the sleeve is literally torn out of it, and there is a huge rent right in the breast.The union publishes an exact return of the amount of its expenditure; the budgets of the four-and-twenty states furnish similar returns of their revenues; but the expenses incident to the affairs of the counties and the townships are unknown.
One mild old man — a priest, whose chapel was destroyed; a very feeble, patient, inoffensive creature — who was trudging away, alone, designing to walk some distance from town, and then try his fortune with the coaches, told Mr Haredale that he feared he might not find a magistrate who would have the hardihood to commit a prisoner to jail, on his complaint.“Gracious me! Mr.The cymbals also were sounding merrily, and imparted to the demonstrations of the inhabitants, who all had turned out to welcome the strange gentlemen, a very characteristic and local stamp.Uninformed of the motive that occasioned the indifference with which Edgar beheld the newly awakened gallantry of Sir Sedley, and the pleasure with which Camilla received it, Mrs.you must think of me no more.‘The half guinea you put into my hand, then,’ cried she, colouring, ‘was your own?’‘My dear Miss Camilla, there is no other occasion upon which I would have hazarded such a liberty; but as the money was for a charity, and as I had undertaken what I could not perform, I rather ventured to replace it, than suffer the poor objects for whom it was destined, to miss your kind intention.‘I can’t say that was over and above kind of him, nor careful neither,’ cried Sir Hugh, ‘considering some particular reasons; however, where is he now?’Nobody could say; no one had seen or observed him.‘Some other room, John,’ cried Gashford in his blandest voice.