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Henry Morton Stanley, Dorothy Stanley, The Autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley, part 2.13, chapter 2.15 (search)
a nice wife for me. Do, say I, and I will be eternally grateful. Good-bye, Miss Virginia. Good-bye, she says timidly, blushing painfully. I note she has a French accent. I find she only knows a few words of English, but she is fluent in French. Here then comes another obstacle. I could make no love in French, without exploding at my own ignorance of it. But there is no doubt that, so far as beauty goes, Virginia is sufficient. September 9th. After a short absence, I have returnedFrench, without exploding at my own ignorance of it. But there is no doubt that, so far as beauty goes, Virginia is sufficient. September 9th. After a short absence, I have returned. Evangelides welcomed me effusively. Passed the evening with Virginia's family. There were two brothers of Virginia's, fine young fellows, present, and a sister. It was clear that my letter had been a subject of family discussion, for every eye was marked by a more discerning glance than would have been noticeable otherwise. Even on the little girl's face I read, I wonder if he will suit me as a brother-in-law. I wished I could say to her, So far as you and Virginia are concerned, I do no
Henry Morton Stanley, Dorothy Stanley, The Autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley, part 2.13, chapter 2.31 (search)
e bigger boys and twopences to the lesser! The best books, the beautiful stories, the novelettes, our geographies, spelling-books, histories, and school-readers, our Prayer-books and Bibles, were English. Yet the Welsh hated the English, and the reason for it I have never been able to discover, even to this day. We also detested the Paddys of the Square, because they were ragged, dirty, and quarrelsome, foul of speech, and noisy. We saw a few French, at least we were told they were French: they were too much despised to be hated. They belonged to that people who were beaten at Crecy, Agincourt, Blenheim, and Waterloo. I should therefore be false to myself if I stooped to say that the Welsh are the first people under the sun, and that Wales is the most beautiful country in the world. But, I am quite willing to admit that the Welsh are as good as any, and that they might surpass the majority of people if they tried, and that Wales contains within its limited area as beau