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171 example sentences with  macdonald's

171 example sentences with macdonald's

George Macdonald's stories are all too well known and too universally beloved to need recommendation.

Actually, MacDonald's farm is the only thing he has that is luxurious.

When Jeanne-Marie returned to the little clearing where she had left Graham, she brought him several milkweed pods, as well as a few cookies she had picked from the bushes around the base of MacDonald's rock.

And that poor man of Mr. Ramsay Macdonald's imagination, instead of cadging about a constituency in order to start politician, will have to make good in some more useful wayas a leader of the workers in their practical affairs, for examplebefore people will hear of him and begin to believe in him.

Sir James Macdonald's epitaph and last letters to his mother.

He and his lady, (formerly Miss Bosville of Yorkshire,) were then in a house built by a tenant at this place, which is in the district of Slate, the family mansion here having been burned in Sir Donald Macdonald's time.

About a mile beyond Broadfoot, is Corrichatachin, a farm of Sir Alexander Macdonald's, possessed by Mr. M'Kinnon, who received us with a hearty welcome, as did his wife, who was what we call in Scotland a lady-like woman.

The present Rasay has the late Sir James Macdonald's sword.

Johnson, in describing Sir A. Macdonald's house in Sky, said:'The Lady had not the common decencies of her tea-table; we picked up our sugar with our fingers.'

My shrewd and hearty friend Sir Thomas (Wentworth) Blacket, Lady Macdonald's uncle, who had preceded us in a visit to this chief, upon being asked by him if the punch-bowl then upon the table was not a very handsome one, replied, "Yesif it were full."

[470] Boswell implies that Sir A. Macdonald's table had not been furnished plentifully.

Called by appointment on Lady Macdonald, who came here to speak to me about Sir J. Macdonald's salary and position at Tabriz.

Read Colonel Macdonald's Journal for January, February, and to March 10.

Backhouse brought the account of Sir J. Macdonald's expected death; the date, May 12.

MacDonald's shrewd eyes observed his perplexity, and once he took an opportunity to whisper: "I guess it's about time for Thorne to get back into civilization.

MacDonald's face was flushed and his eyes snapped like dragonflies as he pointed to a tiny button.

MacDonald's voice came to him strange and weird.

He crushed MacDonald's hand in a grip that meant more than words when they parted.

Was MacDonald's finger already reaching out to that little white button which would send him into eternity?

Already MacDonald's men were at work clearing the mouth of the coyote.

"That you will remain here, disregard the gossip that you may have heard, and continue to assist me in my helplessness in making full and searching inquiry into Macdonald's alleged defalcations."

At Aberdeen, I found one of my acquaintance professor of physick: turning aside to dine with a country-gentleman, I was owned, at table, by one who had seen me at a philosophical lecture: at Macdonald's I was claimed by a naturalist, who wanders about the islands to pick up curiosities: and I had once, in London, attracted the notice of lady Macleod.

We were mentioning this view of the highlander's life at Macdonald's, and mentioning the Macraes, with some degree of pity, when a highland lady informed us, that we might spare our tenderness, for she doubted not but the woman, who supplied us with milk, was mistress of thirteen or fourteen milch cows.

I cannot explain this, except by Mr. Macdonald's supposition that Lamb meant to write "Martin's."

C.L. [Mr. Macdonald's transcript adds: "Accompanying copy of Lander's verses to Emma Isola, and others, contributed to Miss Wordsworth's Album, and poem written at Wast-water.

That RAMSAY MacDONALD'S and SNOWDEN'S defeat Has dried many millions of eyes.

Not until they were inside, and Peggy Blackton had disappeared with Joanne for a few moments, did Aldous take old Donald MacDonald's note from his pocket.

Here Aldous paused, out of sight of the Blackton bungalow, and in the dim light read again MacDonald's note.

Remembering MacDonald's warning, he kept his pistol in his hand.

He believed that he had guessed the meaning of MacDonald's warning.

MacDonald's voice answered, so near that for an instant the automatic flashed in the moonlight.

Slowly a droop came into MacDonald's shoulders.

For a second time Aldous hurried in the direction of MacDonald's camp.

Twenty times as he made his way through the darkness toward MacDonald's camp he told himself that he must have been mad.

"But the great finale in the tragedy of Donald MacDonald's life is yet to come, Ladygray.

The sound of MacDonald's axe came to them.

She went into the tent and Aldous began building a fire where MacDonald's had been drowned out.

What he could see of MacDonald's face was the lifeless colour of gray ash.

She had answered his question a thousand times more effectively than if she had remained to tell him with her lips that MacDonald's proofs were sufficientthat the grave in the little box canyon had not disappointed her.

Aldous reached over and gripped MacDonald's hand.

Donald MacDonald's voice came now like the deep growling roar of a she-bear, and as he cried the other's name he sprang to his feet, and his eyes gleamed in their deep sockets like raging fires.

He told the story of Mortimer FitzHugh and Joanne, leaving no part of it unbared, until he could see Donald MacDonald's great gaunt hands clenching in the firelight, and his cavernous eyes flaming darkly through the gloom.

He dashed in MacDonald's direction, and a few moments later heard the crashing of bodies in the undergrowth.

Twenty seconds later Aldous held her shivering and sobbing and laughing hysterically by turns in his arms, while MacDonald's voice brought Paul and Peggy Blackton to them.

"We" began Aldous, when he saw a sudden warning movement on MacDonald's part, and stopped.

The proof of MacDonald's prediction concerning Joanne was in evidence this second night.

Something in MacDonald's tense, listening attitude caught Aldous' eyes.

MacDonald's fingers gripped his arm.

" CHAPTER XXV Donald MacDonald's startling assertion that Mortimer FitzHugh had been in the camp, and that Joanne's dream was not a dream, but reality, brought a gasp of astonishment and disbelief from Aldous.

In MacDonald's face was a grim and sullen look.

Aldous knew that in these last hours Donald MacDonald's judgment must be final, and he made no objection to an arrangement which seemed to place the old hunter under a more hazardous risk than his own.

Somewhere very near was the cavern with the soft white floor of sand, and for a moment Aldous fancied that he could hear the beating of MacDonald's heart, while from Joanne's tender bosom there rose a deep, sobbing breath of understanding.

A low growl rumbled in MacDonald's beard.

"After all, death isn't so very terrible," said Joanne softly, and she was riding so close that for a moment she laid one of her warm hands on Donald MacDonald's.

Knowing the thoughts that were in MacDonald's mind, and how full his heart was with a great desire, Aldous went to him when they had dismounted.

It was as if not only the torrent rushing through the chasm, but MacDonald's heart as well, was charging the air with a strange and subdued excitement.

And youDonald?" In the darkness, Joanne went to the old man, and her hand found one of his, and clasped it tightly; and she found that Donald MacDonald's big hand was trembling in a strange and curious way, and she could feel him quivering.

The candleglow told her a great deal, for in it Donald MacDonald's face was very calm, and filled with a great peace, despite the trembling she had felt.

The morning mists still hung low, but as these melted away under the sun mile after mile of a marvellous panorama spread out swiftly under them, and as the distance of their vision grew, the deeper became the disappointment in MacDonald's face.

Aldous wanted to run, but he held himself down to MacDonald's stride.

He could not quite bring himself to MacDonald's point of assurance regarding Quade and Mortimer FitzHugh.

It was Donald MacDonald's old home.

The curious rumbling came softly in MacDonald's beard and his eyes were bright with a whimsical humour.

Aldous laid his hand on MacDonald's.

This was the beginning of the three wonderful days that yet remained for Joanne and John Aldous in Donald MacDonald's little valley of gold and sunshine and blue skies.

It is sad indeed to go down to the office and be no more greeted with MacDonald's cheery voice and kindly look.

Of the fourteen years of increasing and finally cordial intimacy that followed Mr. MacDonald's acceptance of my services as casual correspondent of the "Times," I have the unbroken record in the file of letters received from him at every post where my duty carried me.

CHAMBERS, Dr. Robert, Traditions of EdinburghBoyd's Inn, v. 21, n. 2; Edinburgh, a new face in the streets, v. 39, n. 3; noble families in the old town, v. 43, n. 4; Hailes, Lord, i. 432, n. 3; Hardyknute, ii. 91, n. 2; James's Court, v. 22, n. 2; Kames, Lord, ii. 200, n. 1; Macdonald's, Flora, virulence, v. 185, n. 4; Monboddo, Lord, ii. 74, n. 1.

Ever since KING EDWARD laid the foundation of that understanding between England and France, it was Mr. MACDONALD'S delight as well as his livelihood to study every facet of it, both in Paris and in London, and with unfailing humour and spirit, fortified by swift insight, to present each in turn to his readers.

The War, as we have just been reminded by an impressive memorial service, has made deep gaps in the ranks of English journalists, and the loss of JOHN F. MACDONALD'S quick eyes, happy choice of words, and intensely human apprehensions was far from being the least.

Not Mr. MACDONALD'S fault, of course.

Macdonald's blunder was in advancing after the storm began, and had lasted for a whole night.

Such is in the main Mr. Spencer's rรฉsumรฉ of Mr. Duff Macdonald's report.

Yet analysis detects, in Mr. Macdonald's report, copious traces of such a Being, though Mr. Macdonald himself believes in ancestor-worship as the Source of the local religion.

For it is Mrs. Macdonald's contention that her new discovery completely overturns the orthodox theory, establishes the guilt of Grimm, Diderot, and the rest of the anti-Rousseau party, and proves that the story told in the Confessions is simply the truth.

If these conclusions really do follow from Mrs. Macdonald's newly-discovered data, it would be difficult to over-estimate the value of her work, for the result of it would be nothing less than a revolution in our judgments upon some of the principal characters of the eighteenth century.

And, even if these conclusions do not follow from Mrs. Macdonald's data, her work will still be valuable, owing to the data themselves.

Mrs. Macdonald's principal revelations relate to the Mรฉmoires of Madame d'Epinay.

Mrs. Macdonald's researches, however, have put an entirely different complexion on the case.

The facts upon which Mrs. Macdonald lays so much stressthe mutilations, the additions, the instructing notes, the proved inaccuracy of the story the manuscripts tellthese facts, no doubt, may be explained by Mrs. Macdonald's theories; but there are other factsno less important, and no less certainwhich are in direct contradiction to Mrs. Macdonald's view, and over which she passes as lightly as she can.

The facts upon which Mrs. Macdonald lays so much stressthe mutilations, the additions, the instructing notes, the proved inaccuracy of the story the manuscripts tellthese facts, no doubt, may be explained by Mrs. Macdonald's theories; but there are other factsno less important, and no less certainwhich are in direct contradiction to Mrs. Macdonald's view, and over which she passes as lightly as she can.

But, before we come to this conclusion, how careful must we be to examine every other possible explanation of Mrs. Macdonald's facts, how rigorously must we sift her own explanation of them, how eagerly must we seize upon every loophole of escape!

Will not this hypothesis fit into the facts just as well as Mrs. Macdonald's?

Without, however, plunging into the abyss of complications which yawns for us in Mrs. Macdonald's pages, it may be worth while to touch upon one point with which she has dealt (perhaps wisely for her own case!)

according to his own account, of collecting papers belonging to the Empress Catherine, or, according to Mrs. Macdonald's account, of having the rough draft of the Mรฉmoires copied out by his secretary.

Mrs. Macdonald's explanation of this difficulty is lamentably weak.

The "Life of Dr. Lee;" Macdonald's "Love, Law, and Theology;" last, not least, Lady Nairne.

Ace's second title was a western (also tรชte-bรชche): William Colt MacDonald's Bad Man's Return, bound with J. Edward Leithead's Bloody Hoofs.

Currently the nearest MacDonald's to Rutland are outside the county in Stamford, Corby and Melton Mowbray.

Dr. MacDonald's areas of interest are inherited ocular disorders, in particular, maculopathies and choroideremia.

Even if the Quebecers supported Macdonald's party in the November 1867 election, this must not lead us to conclude that they backed his vision of Canada.

In his written memorandum counsel for the defendants state the plaintiff by taking action against the defendant MacDonald is attempting to โ€œpierce the corporate veilโ€.

Isabella supervised the servants, making sure that the house was kept clean, the laundry done, and that Macdonald's dinner was ready for him when he got home at night.

Macdonald's work is represented in Canada at the Robert Birch Gallery, Toronto and Tracey Lawrence Gallery, Vancouver.

Nor do I agree with the submission that Ms. MacDonald's report is merely a "personal opinion" that should receive little or no weight.

โ€˜Outram's elegant poetics are complemented by MacDonald's evocative graphics, tastefully selected by Anne Corkett and Rosemary Kilbourn, who also provide an informative introduction plus notes on both author and artist.

Stantec Consulting engineers were brought in to do due diligence work on the Hatch Mott MacDonald's $1.6 million worth of work.

The Corollary Relief Judgment provided that Mr. MacDonald's child support payment was $350.00 each month.

Betty MacDonald's first book about her adventures as a young wife on a chicken.

We note that Hugh R MacDonald is scheduled as one of the featured writers at this monthโ€™s book pub inโ€ฆ