But two men could be seen on board of her--one in the bow, the other at the helm.
Oh, no, sir; she don't take his dinner to him reg'lar--only some days when she happens to have somethin' extry good, or maybe when she 'magines he didn't eat hearty at breakfast.
From the height where we stood, the view was uninterrupted to the Mediterranean, a distance of more than seventy miles; a valley watered by a brunch of the Arno swept far to the east, to the mountains near the Luke of Thrasymene; northwestwards the hills of Carrara bordered the horizon; the space between these wide points was filled with mountains and valleys, all steeped in that soft blue mist which makes Italian landscapes more like heavenly visions than realities.
He saw in Thomas the fittest instrument to carryout his plans; and by his influence the archdeacon of Canterbury found himself, a week after the coronation of Henry, the king's chancellor.
They took a course to the northeast, intending to fetch Kwang-chow.
Where all the books are evidently vitiated, and collation can give no assistance, then begins the task of critical sagacity: and some changes may well be admitted in a text never settled by the author, and so long exposed to caprice and ignorance.
1 dessert-spoon butter, 1 dessert-spoon white flour, hot water.
It often happens that while the father of a family needs his dinner when he comes home in the evening, it is necessary to provide a mid-day dinner for the others, especially if children are included.
Saxo's traditions note drinking of a lion's blood that eats men as a means of gaining might and strength; the drinking of bear's blood is also declared to give great bodily power.
If the blinde Furie which warres breedeth oft Wonts not t'enrage the hearts of equall beasts, Whether they fare on foote, or flie aloft, Or armed be with clawes, or scalie creasts, What fell Erynnis, with hot burning tongs, Did grype your hearts with noysome rage imbew'd, That, each to other working cruell wrongs, Your blades in your owne bowels you embrew'd?
we too once gambolled home as they, Home from the town with such fair merchandise,-- Wine and great grapes--the happy lover buys: A little cosy feast to crown the day.
All the year round under the green cloud of summer, you might meet Autumn creeping somewhere in the valley, like foul mists that creep from pool to pool; for here all the year was decay to feed upon and dead leaves for her to sleep on.
Moreover, as an author, I protest in the name of universal Grub Street against a unanimity in goodness.
As rhino generally fight shy of elephants, they did not think there was much use continuing the beat after lunch.
CHAPTER V Philip did not neglect to go to luncheon at Rewtham house, and a very pleasant luncheon it was; indeed, it would have been difficult for him to have said which he found the pleasantest: Maria's cheerful chatter and flattering preference, or Hilda's sweet and gracious presence.
As this current rushed into the mess of iron with an awful roar, showers of sparks of all colours spurted up in bunches, in sprays, in long clusters!
Mrs. Buck got up a picnic for her, and had a treat of raspberries and sponge-cake--frosted.
When she sternly and mutely thrust the refection before him, he found that everything on the table except the tea-cakes and the spoon was growing elm-trees.
"If there is no further business the society will disperse after the customary refreshment."
That repast over, we walked in the garden, and then returned to our books; or I sang to him till it was time for us to dress for dinner--with him a very temperate meal.
And most solemnly do I swear, that Miss Howe shall come in for her snack.
And from that time to this have not Frenchmen held the primacy in excavations until, even while England holds and rules Egypt, she leaves, by special convention, the care of its monuments and their exploration to French savants?
As Mrs. McLean spoke, a figure issued from the tall larches on the left, and crossed the grass in front of them,--a woman, something less tall than a gypsy queen might be, the round outlines of her form rich and regular, with a certain firm luxuriance, still wrapped in a morning-robe of palm-spread cashmere.
In the one case she had a cutlet at five o'clock, and supper when she came home; in the other, she dined like other people and went to bed early.
"Yes," said Blake, "we are going--" As he spoke there came in through the window a puff of air, that scattered the papers on the table.
Reuben slept on, and that so soundly, that when tea was ready he was not awake, and he would probably have been wholly forgotten if the young ladies on their way down stairs had not made so much noise by the door of his room, that startled and alarmed, he began to cry violently, and his good friend Mary could not easily appease him.