Wilson, you have a country; but what country have I, or any one like me, born of slave mothers?
Wilson, he added--"I should like to have a few moments' conversation with you on business, in my room, if you please."
Wilson stepped to the window to observe the combatants; he could not work while their chatter continued.
and add the day of the month and the year, then take Smith's left hand on another glass strip, and add name and date and the words "left hand." The strips were now returned to the grooved box, and took their place among what Wilson called his "records."
"Miss Wylie," said Miss Wilson, flushing slightly, "I must ask you to leave the room."
"Since you will not do what I ask, I must go myself," said Miss Wilson sternly.
'I shall be most happy to do so, Miss Wilson; will you allow me?'
Wilson, who affirmed that wine sat heavy on her stomach, and whose son Robert was at that moment helping himself to a pretty stiff glass of the same.
Wilson. "What little bird of scarlet plumage may this be?
Good Master Wilson, I pray you, examine this Pearl -- since that is her name -- and see whether she hath had such Christian nurture as befits a child of her age.
She's a delightful girl, Wilson. Nice, quiet girl--not the usual sort.
Wilson received the order in his customary gravely deferential manner, and was turning to go; but Rollo had more to add.
Wilson had already scrambled to his feet and with splendid energy flew again at the window, revolver in hand.
Wilson completed his survey of the place and then went and stared at the things on the table.
was able to enjoy lovely things that passed him on the wing as completely and deliberately as if they had been dug-up marvels, long anticipated, and definitely fixed at the end of a railway journey.