Consequently James stooped, and--in a purely brotherly way--kissed Violet.
Five minutes later James, back in the atmosphere of chalk, was writing on the blackboard certain sentences for his class to turn into Latin prose.
The master stood all this time grave and attentive, but as John finished his speech a broad smile spread over his face, and looking kindly across at James, who all this time had stood still at the door, he said, "James, my lad, set down the oats and come here; I am very glad to find that John's opinion of your character agrees so exactly with my own.
Your word will go the furthest, John," said the master, "for Sir Clifford adds in a postscript, `If I could find a man trained by your John I should like him better than any other;' so, James, lad, think it over, talk to your mother at dinner-time, and then let me know what you wish.
We may with James accept visceral and organic sensations and the memories and associations of them as contributory to primitive emotion, but we must regard them as re-enforcing rather than as initiating the psychosis.
Cannon's chief argument against James is, if I understand him rightly, that similar affections of the viscera may accompany dissimilar emotions, especially fear and rage.
James Williams's face was recorded a little library of the world's best thoughts in three volumes.
James Williams sat a girl in a loose tan jacket and a straw hat adorned with grapes and roses.
We're just setting the house in order, Alan," said James, in his frightened and somewhat fawning way.
At last James could keep his seat no longer, and begged my permission to be so unmannerly as walk about.
James Crawley's things instantly; "and hark ye, Bowls," she added, with great graciousness, "you will have the goodness to pay Mr.
O, dam," said young James, starting up, as if in some alarm, "I'll go.
She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady, but Sir James
had appealed to her.
How all this happened King James
has told us himself in a book called The King's Quair, which means the King's little book, which he wrote while he was still a prisoner in England.
Harthouse, striking the ash from his cigar with his little finger.