Marjorie Daw, and Other People

J.R. Osgood, 1873 - 272 sider
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Side 235 - Lear. The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.
Side 33 - ll not complain ; for I don't know what I should do without your letters. They are curing me. I have n't hurled anything at Watkins since last Sunday, partly because I have grown more amiable under your teaching, and partly because Watkins captured my ammunition one night, and carried it off to the library. He is rapidly losing the habit he had acquired of dodging whenever I rub my ear, or make any slight motion with my right arm. He is still suggestive of the wine-cellar, however. You may break,...
Side 53 - York, or to go to some inland resort, you will be doing him and me a real service. Of course you will not mention my name in this connection. You know me well enough, my dear doctor, to be assured that, in begging your secret cooperation, I have reasons that will meet your entire approval when they are made plain to you. We shall return to town on the...
Side 16 - Achates. Write to him, write to him frequently, distract his mind, cheer him up, and prevent him from becoming a confirmed case of melancholia. Perhaps he has some important plans disarranged by his present confinement. If he has you will know, and will know how to advise him judiciously. I trust your father finds the change beneficial? I am, my dear sir, with great respect, etc.
Side 21 - m of the time of Pharaoh. I lie from morning- till night on a lounge, staring into the hot street. Everybody is out of town enjoying himself. The brown-stone-front houses across the street resemble a row of particularly ugly coffins set up on end. A green mould is settling on the names of the deceased, carved on the silver doorplates. Sardonic spiders have sewed up the key-holes. All is silence and dust and desolation. — I interrupt this a moment, to take a shy at Watkins with the second volume...
Side 60 - What can I say ? I am in sackcloth and ashes. I am a pariah, a dog of an outcast. I tried to make a little romance to interest you, something soothing and idyllic, and, by Jove ! I have done it only too well ! My father does n't know a word of this, so don't jar the old gentleman any more than you can help.
Side 72 - O'Rourke, for he addressed that gentleman as " a spalpeen," and told him to go home. " Divil an inch," replied the spalpeen ; but he got himself off the threshold, and resumed his position on the step. " It 's only Larry, mum," said the man, touching his forelock politely ; " as dacent a lad as iver lived, when he 's not in liquor ; an' I 've known him to be sober for days togither,
Side 47 - I notice that five days' silence on my part is sufficient to throw you into the depths of despondency. We returned only this morning from Appledore, that enchanted island — at four dollars per day. I find on my desk three letters from you! Evidently there is no lingering doubt in...
Side 73 - s an orphan ; his father and mother live in the owld counthry, an' a fine hale owld couple they are." " Has n't he any family in the town " — " Sure, mum, he has a family ; was n't he married this blessed mornin' ? " " He said so." " Indade, thin, he was — the pore divil ! " " And the — the person ? " inquired Mrs. Bilkins. " Is it the wife, ye mane ? " " Yes, the wife : where is she ? " " 'Well, thin, mum,
Side 35 - ... that young Stillwater parson visit the house much ? Not that I am pining for news of them, but any gossip of the kind would be in order. I wonder, Ned, you don't fall in love with Miss Daw. I am ripe to do it myself. Speaking of photographs...

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