Shirley Blythe was with Una Meredith and both were rather silent because such was their nature. Shirley was a lad of sixteen, sedate, sensible, thoughtful, full of a quiet humour.
“So, tonsor,” says Jones, “I find you have more trades than one; how came you not to inform me of this last night?”
Cicero's writing treats mainly of old age and personal duty.
... the letter is replete with Raleighan echoes notwithstanding such rhetoric as Woe, woe, woe.... Oh God.... Oh, what will my poor servants think.
Woe, woe, woe.... Oh God.... Oh, what will my poor servants think.
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