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Sir Charles brightened on being reminded of Donovan Brown.
When Brown was an unknown and wretchedly poor man, my mother, at the petition of a friend of his, charitably bought one of his pictures for thirty pounds, which he was very glad to get.
His upper garment was a mixed surtout, wofully faded, and patched with newer stuff on each elbow; beneath this he wore a threadbare black coat, some of the silk buttons of which had been replaced with others of a different pattern; and lastly, though he lacked not a pair of gray pantaloons, they were very shabby ones, and had been partially turned brown by the frequent toasting of Peter's shins before a scanty fire.
Just as I swore to John Brown, my old partner," remarked Peter.
As nearly as could be discerned, the second traveller was about fifty years old, apparently in the same rank of life as Goodman Brown, and bearing a considerable resemblance to him, though perhaps more in expression than features.
I'm sorry to interrupt you, sir," she said, "but I had to follow Father Brown at once; it's nothing less than life or death.
Brown and McTavish also doubted; but Bertie discerned an insincere ring in their voices.
Wolf isn't Wolf, but Brown, and he must belong to Mr.
And she, full of anger, decided to make good the boastful words of her messenger and take Brown Bull by force.
They're not green-- they're just nasty faded browns and grays.
It was his friend of the Harwich train, the stumpy little cure of Essex whom he had warned about his brown paper parcels.
She soon removed the clout from the head of Goody Brown, and then fastening on her hair with one hand, with the other she caused another bloody stream to issue forth from the nostrils of the enemy.
With the yew bow and cloth-yard shaft at Cressy and Agincourt--with the brown bill and pike under the brave Lord Willoughby--with culverin and demi-culverin against Spaniards and Dutchmen--with hand-grenade and sabre, and musket and bayonet, under Rodney and St.
She insisted on taking her turns at walking, and when he breathed the panting mares on the steep, and Saxon stood by their heads caressing them and cheering them, Billy's joy was too deep for any turn of speech as he gazed at his beautiful horses and his glowing girl, trim and colorful in her golden brown corduroy, the brown corduroy calves swelling sweetly under the abbreviated slim skirt.
Among them, is a stout gentleman in a brown hat, swinging himself to and fro in a rocking-chair on the pavement.