??This boy said that he meant a real flying machine, not a balloon. It was to be heavier than air. It would fly like a kite or a bird.??
There had been something chaste and exquisite about this maiden in the garden that had touched a tender chord in George Coventry's breast. He felt an inward certainty that the girl was gentle, simple, sweet--a little saint, with her aureole of hair, and her artless singing of the old familiar hymn. The impression lured him so irresistibly that he was several times on the point of turning his horse's head, but each excuse that presented itself struck him as too thin. He had lost his way--where to? He had been suddenly taken ill, felt faint; the very idea caused him to smile--he had never felt faint in his life and did not know how to enact the symptoms, and no one would for a moment believe him to be ill, judging by his appearance of hopelessly robust health! Perhaps a cigarette would stimulate his imagination; he put his hand in his pocket and encountered a
“Becorse if ye are” ses he “its only fare to let ye know hes meerly after ye-re hard airned savings. The Frinch are slick, but its a true hart ye’re needing to leen upon.”
"He is, sir."
The door shut behind him. With a smile, half of derision, half of affection, I picked up the coat, and stretched out my hand for the clothes-brush.
Again the deputation salaamed, as one man, to the ground, then stood gazing at the sahibs in hopeful anticipation.
Its a weery world. Here I be, a poor loansome female alone in this crool city warking for foaks wid lether harts.
"Did the Machine beat him?" Sandra asked.
"To put it to some good use, I hope; to use it and my own time and services in doing good, in benefiting those who need it----"
“This is Captain Lyall, who will fly you over to France. He can start at once.”
“I’ve rote” ses Minnie “to the auld gintleman.”
them in full strength and health marched in di-vis-ions, in close lines, round the cap-i-tol at Wash-ing-ton, A-bra-ham Lin-coln, the “well be-loved,” was not there to see them. His work was done. He had gone to his Re-ward.
He stiffly walked out of the hall. It was a long, long walk.
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