It was a letter from the page's mother:--
Do you know what the letter said?
In her room that night, she wrote a letter to Connie explaining what she had observed.
I had letter from Robert.
He carefully folded the letter and placed it back in the envelope.
I will write little blind girls a letter to thank them.
In the same letter she writes:
She agreed it was Julie's place to tell Howie about the letter she sent and how it impacted the rest of us.
A month ago, before the letter announcing his visit, she would have said otherwise.
Of this report Miss Sullivan wrote in a letter dated October 30, 1887:
The second earliest dated letter expressed sorrow that the wedding could not take place in Boston and a gift was being shipped separately.
In great state the tribune moved through the streets of Rome, being received at St Peter's with the hymn Veni Creator Spiritus, while in a letter the poet Petrarch urged him to continue his great and noble work, and congratulated him on his past achievements, calling him the new Camillus, Brutus and Romulus.
I shall be happy to have a letter from you when you like to write to me.
Now I must tell my gentle poet good-bye, for I have a letter to write home before I go to bed.
If you were a scientist in Jenner's time, your only form of communication was letter writing.
"Uncle Morrie" of the next letter is Mr. Morrison Heady, of Normandy, Kentucky, who lost his sight and hearing when he was a boy.
My Dear Mr. Wade:--I have just received a letter from my mother, telling me that the beautiful mastiff puppy you sent me had arrived in Tuscumbia safely.
This letter is indorsed in Whittier's hand, "Helen A. Keller--deaf dumb and blind--aged nine years."
I am surprised at the mastery of language which your letter shows.
Why, you yourself seem to think that I taught you American braille, when you do not know a single letter in the system!
Miss Sullivan writes in a letter of 1891:
In a letter dated April 10, 1887, only five weeks after she went to Helen Keller, she wrote to a friend:
In a letter written soon afterward she says:
In a letter to a friend at the Perkins Institution, dated May 17, 1889, she gives a reproduction from one of Hans Christian Andersen's stories, which I had read to her not long before.
This letter is published in the Perkins Institution Report (1891), p. 204.
She closes this letter with, "I must go to bed, for Morpheus has touched my eyelids with his golden wand."
Helen wrote a little letter, and, enclosing the manuscript, forwarded both by mail to Mr. Anagnos for his birthday.
We think of you so, so often! and our hearts go out to you in tenderest sympathy; and you know better than this poor letter can tell you how happy we always are to have you with us!
I will ask Dr. Hale to lend me the letter, so that I can make a copy of it for you.
About the same time, in a letter to a friend, in which she makes mention of her Southern home, she gives so close a reproduction from a poem by one of her favourite authors that I will give extracts from Helen's letter and from the poem itself:
Announcing that she was mailing a letter didn't seem wise, so she walked down to the mailbox.
Inside the card was a letter from Connie.
"Perhaps it's like those puzzles in the newspaper where they simply substitute a different letter for the real one," Fred offered.
I was positive all she did was substitute a different one for each letter in the alphabet.
Yes. I can even remember most of the common letter substitutions.
All we have is the letter from Rev. Martin, and lord knows what his intentions were.
He pulled out a drawer and selected a wooden handled letter opener with gold inlay.
As he plucked the letter out, a picture fell on the table, face down.
Then a few months later she had sent the first letter, saying that she had a roommate and was working on a farm.
Kossuth continued the agitation by reporting in letter form the debates of the county assemblies, to which he thereby gave a political importance which they had not had when each was ignorant of the proceedings of the others.
Since the publication of "The Story of My Life" in the Ladies' Home Journal, Mr. Anagnos has made a statement, in a letter to Mr. Macy, that at the time of the "Frost King" matter, he believed I was innocent.
Those are red-letter days in our lives when we meet people who thrill us like a fine poem, people whose handshake is brimful of unspoken sympathy, and whose sweet, rich natures impart to our eager, impatient spirits a wonderful restfulness which, in its essence, is divine.
This letter is to a school-mate at the Perkins Institution.
My Dear Mr. Anagnos:--You cannot imagine how delighted I was to receive a letter from you last evening.
I had a lovely letter from the poet Whittier.
Your letter is charming, and I am greatly pleased with it.
This letter was written to some gentlemen in Gardiner, Maine, who named a lumber vessel after her.
This letter is to the editor of the Boston Herald, enclosing a complete list of the subscribers.
It is Sunday morning, and while I sit here in the library writing this letter you are teaching hundreds of people some of the grand and beautiful things about their heavenly Father.
My dear Mr. Munsell, Surely I need not tell you that your letter was very welcome.
I send you with this letter a pretty book which my teacher thinks will interest you, and my picture.
You must have wondered why your letter has not had an answer, and perhaps you have thought Teacher and me very naughty indeed.
I enjoyed your dear letter so much!
In reading this letter about Niagara one should remember that Miss Keller knows distance and shape, and that the size of Niagara is within her experience after she has explored it, crossed the bridge and gone down in the elevator.
Her visit to the World's Fair she described in a letter to Mr. John P. Spaulding, which was published in St. Nicholas, and is much like the following letter.
The first letter is dated March 6, 1887, three days after her arrival in Tuscumbia.
I know this letter is very carelessly written.
It seems that Mr. Anagnos had heard of Helen before he received Captain Keller's letter last summer.
She was delighted if he made a mistake, and made him form the letter over several times.
In a previous letter I think I wrote you that "mug" and "milk" had given Helen more trouble than all the rest.
Please give my kind regards to Mr. Anagnos and let him see my letter, if you think best.
I had no idea she knew what a letter was.
She knew, too, that I sometimes write "letters to blind girls" on the slate; but I didn't suppose that she had any clear idea what a letter was.
When she had finished the letter she carried it to her mother and spelled, "Frank letter," and gave it to her brother to take to the post-office.
Helen's pencil-writing is excellent, as you will see from the enclosed letter, which she wrote for her own amusement.
I had a letter from Laura Bridgman last Sunday.
I read the letter at the supper-table, and Mrs. Keller exclaimed: "My, Miss Annie, Helen writes almost as well as that now!"
Helen had a letter this morning from her uncle, Doctor Keller.
A letter written to her mother in the course of the following week gave an account of her impression in her own words:
I give below a portion of Miss Canby's story, "The Rose Fairies," and also Helen's letter to Mr. Anagnos containing her "dream," so that the likenesses and differences may be studied by those interested in the subject:
Here the similarity in the language of the story to that in the letter ceases.
Now Helen, in her letter of February, 1890 (quoted above), alludes to this story of Miss Canby's as a dream "WHICH I HAD A LONG TIME AGO WHEN I WAS A VERY LITTLE CHILD."
The following letter from Mr. Anagnos is reprinted from the American Annals of the Deaf, April, 1892:
"A new word opens its heart to me," she writes in a letter; and when she uses the word its heart is still open.
"Wait a bit, here's a letter for you," said the old man suddenly, taking a letter addressed in a woman's hand from a bag hanging above the table, onto which he threw it.
At the sight of the letter red patches showed themselves on the princess' face.
"The third, I said the third!" cried the prince abruptly, pushing the letter away, and leaning his elbows on the table he drew toward him the exercise book containing geometrical figures.
Dear and precious Friend, Your letter of the 13th has given me great delight.
The news of Count Bezukhov's death reached us before your letter and my father was much affected by it.
My father has not spoken to me of a suitor, but has only told me that he has received a letter and is expecting a visit from Prince Vasili.
I have had a letter from my brother, who announces his speedy arrival at Bald Hills with his wife.
Ah, you are sending off a letter, Princess?
The old man continued to fold and seal his letter, snatching up and throwing down the wax, the seal, and the paper, with his accustomed rapidity.
The old man got up and gave the letter to his son.
Give this letter to Michael Ilarionovich. * I have written that he should make use of you in proper places and not keep you long as an adjutant: a bad position!
Now here is a Lombard bond and a letter; it is a premium for the man who writes a history of Suvorov's wars.
And, in fact, the last letter he had received from Mack's army informed him of a victory and stated strategically the position of the army was very favorable.
"Give me that letter," said Kutuzov turning to Prince Andrew.
"Count Lichtenfels was here this morning," Bilibin continued, "and showed me a letter in which the parade of the French in Vienna was fully described: Prince Murat et tout le tremblement...
Between four and five in the afternoon, having made all his calls, he was returning to Bilibin's house thinking out a letter to his father about the battle and his visit to Brunn.
Bonaparte's adjutant rode full gallop with this menacing letter to Murat.
Lemarrois had just arrived at a gallop with Bonaparte's stern letter, and Murat, humiliated and anxious to expiate his fault, had at once moved his forces to attack the center and outflank both the Russian wings, hoping before evening and before the arrival of the Emperor to crush the contemptible detachment that stood before him.
Old Prince Nicholas Bolkonski received a letter from Prince Vasili in November, 1805, announcing that he and his son would be paying him a visit.
A fortnight after the letter Prince Vasili's servants came one evening in advance of him, and he and his son arrived next day.
And now, from the hints contained in his letter and given by the little princess, he saw which way the wind was blowing, and his low opinion changed into a feeling of contemptuous ill will.
Not till midwinter was the count at last handed a letter addressed in his son's handwriting.
Anna Mikhaylovna, who always knew everything that passed in the house, on hearing of the arrival of the letter went softly into the room and found the count with it in his hand, sobbing and laughing at the same time.
Anna Mikhaylovna sat down beside him, with her own handkerchief wiped the tears from his eyes and from the letter, then having dried her own eyes she comforted the count, and decided that at dinner and till teatime she would prepare the countess, and after tea, with God's help, would inform her.
A letter from Nikolenka!
Anna Mikhaylovna, in a few words, told her the contents of the letter, on condition that she should tell no one.
"Nikolenka... wounded... a letter," she announced in gleeful triumph.
"You haven't read the letter?" asked Sonya.
Anna Mikhaylovna, with the letter, came on tiptoe to the countess' door and paused.
"It is done!" she said to the count, pointing triumphantly to the countess, who sat holding in one hand the snuffbox with its portrait and in the other the letter, and pressing them alternately to her lips.
When she saw the count, she stretched out her arms to him, embraced his bald head, over which she again looked at the letter and the portrait, and in order to press them again to her lips, she slightly pushed away the bald head.
Vera, Natasha, Sonya, and Petya now entered the room, and the reading of the letter began.
Nicholas' letter was read over hundreds of times, and those who were considered worthy to hear it had to come to the countess, for she did not let it out of her hands.
The tutors came, and the nurses, and Dmitri, and several acquaintances, and the countess reread the letter each time with fresh pleasure and each time discovered in it fresh proofs of Nikolenka's virtues.
As twenty years before, it seemed impossible that the little creature who lived somewhere under her heart would ever cry, suck her breast, and begin to speak, so now she could not believe that that little creature could be this strong, brave man, this model son and officer that, judging by this letter, he now was.
That day Nicholas Rostov received a letter from Boris, telling him that the Ismaylov regiment was quartered for the night ten miles from Olmutz and that he wanted to see him as he had a letter and money for him.
On receiving Boris' letter he rode with a fellow officer to Olmutz, dined there, drank a bottle of wine, and then set off alone to the Guards' camp to find his old playmate.
Boris, during the campaign, had made the acquaintance of many persons who might prove useful to him, and by a letter of recommendation he had brought from Pierre had become acquainted with Prince Andrew Bolkonski, through whom he hoped to obtain a post on the commander-in-chief's staff.
"Yes, and I have some money and a letter to give you," he added.
Rostov took the letter and, throwing the money on the sofa, put both arms on the table and began to read.
Much I need it! said Rostov, throwing the letter under the table.
It is some letter of recommendation... what the devil do I want it for!
This letter would be of great use to you.
He has had a letter from Prince Kuragin about me.
And do you know, my dear fellow, it seems to me that Bonaparte has decidedly lost bearings, you know that a letter was received from him today for the Emperor.
He has forwarded me a letter from Boris.
Pierre absolutely disbelieved both the princess' hints and the letter, but he feared now to look at Dolokhov, who was sitting opposite him.
Involuntarily recalling his wife's past and her relations with Dolokhov, Pierre saw clearly that what was said in the letter might be true, or might at least seem to be true had it not referred to his wife.
He resolved to go away next day and leave a letter informing her of his intention to part from her forever.
"You did not get my letter?" he asked, and not waiting for a reply-- which he would not have received, for the princess was unable to speak-- he turned back, rapidly mounted the stairs again with the doctor who had entered the hall after him (they had met at the last post station), and again embraced his sister.
Let us write her a letter at once, and she'll come here and all will be explained, or else, my dear boy, let me tell you it's quite likely you'll have to suffer for it.
"Devil take them!" he muttered, and after listening to the verbal instructions his father had sent and taking the correspondence and his father's letter, he returned to the nursery.
Have received another letter about the Preussisch-Eylau battle from Petenka--he took part in it--and it's all true.
It was a closely written letter of two sheets from Bilibin.
He folded it up without reading it and reread his father's letter, ending with the words: "Gallop off to Korchevo and carry out instructions!"
And he began reading Bilibin's letter which was written in French.
When he had read thus far, he crumpled the letter up and threw it away.
Having returned to the regiment and told the commander the state of Denisov's affairs, Rostov rode to Tilsit with the letter to the Emperor.
All is over between us, but I won't leave here without having done all I can for Denisov and certainly not without getting his letter to the Emperor.
If only I were to hand the letter direct to him and tell him all... could they really arrest me for my civilian clothes?
I'll go in and hand the letter to the Emperor myself so much the worse for Drubetskoy who drives me to it!
And suddenly with a determination he himself did not expect, Rostov felt for the letter in his pocket and went straight to the house.
"To hand in a letter, a petition, to His Majesty," said Nicholas, with a tremor in his voice.
Hardly had Rostov handed him the letter and finished explaining Denisov's case, when hasty steps and the jingling of spurs were heard on the stairs, and the general, leaving him, went to the porch.
It was just then that he received a letter from his wife, who implored him to see her, telling him how grieved she was about him and how she wished to devote her whole life to him.
At the end of the letter she informed him that in a few days she would return to Petersburg from abroad.
That day I received a letter from my benefactor in which he wrote about "conjugal duties."
In the middle of the summer Princess Mary received an unexpected letter from Prince Andrew in Switzerland in which he gave her strange and surprising news.
After long hesitations, doubts, and prayers, Princess Mary gave the letter to her father.
She wrote to Prince Andrew about the reception of his letter, but comforted him with hopes of reconciling their father to the idea.
This letter grieved and mortified Nicholas.
But in the spring of that year, he received a letter from his mother, written without his father's knowledge, and that letter persuaded him to return.
This letter touched Nicholas.
"You see he writes," said she, showing her son a letter of Prince Andrew's, with that latent grudge a mother always has in regard to a daughter's future married happiness, "he writes that he won't come before December.
And don't attach importance to her being so bright: that's because she's living through the last days of her girlhood, but I know what she is like every time we receive a letter from him!
It was a letter from Princess Mary.
After reading the letter Natasha sat down at the writing table to answer it.
All that has happened, and now all is changed, she thought as she sat with the letter she had begun before her.
And how could she have a love letter from him in her hand?
With trembling hands Natasha held that passionate love letter which Dolokhov had composed for Anatole, and as she read it she found in it an echo of all that she herself imagined she was feeling.
There is no other way for me, the letter began.
I love him! thought Natasha, reading the letter for the twentieth time and finding some peculiarly deep meaning in each word of it.
She probably opened the letter without knowing who it was from.
"Sonya, you've read that letter?" she demanded.
Why, you have read his letter and you have seen him.
But perhaps she really has already refused Bolkonski--she sent a letter to Princess Mary yesterday.
When he returned to Moscow Pierre was handed a letter from Marya Dmitrievna asking him to come and see her on a matter of great importance relating to Andrew Bolkonski and his betrothed.
Pierre took the letter Anatole handed him and, pushing aside a table that stood in his way, threw himself on the sofa.
Next day the following letter was sent to Napoleon:
At two in the morning of the fourteenth of June, the Emperor, having sent for Balashev and read him his letter to Napoleon, ordered him to take it and hand it personally to the French Emperor.
Balashev took out the packet containing the Emperor's letter and laid it on the table (made of a door with its hinges still hanging on it, laid across two barrels).
I have received the letter you brought from the Emperor Alexander and am very glad to see you.
Here Balashev hesitated: he remembered the words the Emperor Alexander had not written in his letter, but had specially inserted in the rescript to Saltykov and had told Balashev to repeat to Napoleon.
I will detain you no longer, General; you shall receive my letter to the Emperor.
The letter taken by Balashev was the last Napoleon sent to Alexander.
Just at the time Prince Andrew was living unoccupied at Drissa, Shishkov, the Secretary of State and one of the chief representatives of this party, wrote a letter to the Emperor which Arakcheev and Balashev agreed to sign.
Before the beginning of the campaign, Rostov had received a letter from his parents in which they told him briefly of Natasha's illness and the breaking off of her engagement to Prince Andrew (which they explained by Natasha's having rejected him) and again asked Nicholas to retire from the army and return home.
On receiving this letter, Nicholas did not even make any attempt to get leave of absence or to retire from the army, but wrote to his parents that he was sorry Natasha was ill and her engagement broken off, and that he would do all he could to meet their wishes.
On August 1, a second letter was received from Prince Andrew.
In his first letter which came soon after he had left home, Prince Andrew had dutifully asked his father's forgiveness for what he had allowed himself to say and begged to be restored to his favor.
To this letter the old prince had replied affectionately, and from that time had kept the Frenchwoman at a distance.
In this letter Prince Andrew pointed out to his father the danger of staying at Bald Hills, so near the theater of war and on the army's direct line of march, and advised him to move to Moscow.
"There was a letter from Prince Andrew today," he said to Princess Mary- -"Haven't you read it?"
She could not have read the letter as she did not even know it had arrived.
The old prince returned with quick steps, accompanied by Michael Ivanovich, bringing the letter and a plan.
On moving to the drawing room he handed the letter to Princess Mary and, spreading out before him the plan of the new building and fixing his eyes upon it, told her to read the letter aloud.
"But, Prince," Dessalles began timidly, "the letter mentions Vitebsk...."
Princess Mary saw Dessalles' embarrassed and astonished look fixed on her father, noticed his silence, and was struck by the fact that her father had forgotten his son's letter on the drawing-room table; but she was not only afraid to speak of it and ask Dessalles the reason of his confusion and silence, but was afraid even to think about it.
When Michael Ivanovich returned to the study with the letter, the old prince, with spectacles on and a shade over his eyes, was sitting at his open bureau with screened candles, holding a paper in his outstretched hand, and in a somewhat dramatic attitude was reading his manuscript-- his "Remarks" as he termed it--which was to be transmitted to the Emperor after his death.
Then hand to the governor in person a letter about the deed.
He had the letter taken from his pocket and the table--on which stood a glass of lemonade and a spiral wax candle--moved close to the bed, and putting on his spectacles he began reading.
He put the letter under the candlestick and closed his eyes.
The same evening that the prince gave his instructions to Alpatych, Dessalles, having asked to see Princess Mary, told her that, as the prince was not very well and was taking no steps to secure his safety, though from Prince Andrew's letter it was evident that to remain at Bald Hills might be dangerous, he respectfully advised her to send a letter by Alpatych to the Provincial Governor at Smolensk, asking him to let her know the state of affairs and the extent of the danger to which Bald Hills was exposed.
Dessalles wrote this letter to the Governor for Princess Mary, she signed it, and it was given to Alpatych with instructions to hand it to the Governor and to come back as quickly as possible if there was danger.
He ordered the militiamen to be called up from the villages and armed, and wrote a letter to the commander-in- chief informing him that he had resolved to remain at Bald Hills to the last extremity and to defend it, leaving to the commander-in-chief's discretion to take measures or not for the defense of Bald Hills, where one of Russia's oldest generals would be captured or killed, and he announced to his household that he would remain at Bald Hills.
"I have a letter from him," she replied.
This letter was brought to Pierre's house when he was on the field of Borodino.
Nicholas was somewhere with the army and had not sent a word since his last letter, in which he had given a detailed account of his meeting with Princess Mary.
At the end of August the Rostovs received another letter from Nicholas.
Nicholas' letter in which he mentioned Princess Mary had elicited, in her presence, joyous comments from the countess, who saw an intervention of Providence in this meeting of the princess and Nicholas.
When he was informed that among others awaiting him in his reception room there was a Frenchman who had brought a letter from his wife, the Countess Helene, he felt suddenly overcome by that sense of confusion and hopelessness to which he was apt to succumb.
His major-domo came in a second time to say that the Frenchman who had brought the letter from the countess was very anxious to see him if only for a minute, and that someone from Bazdeev's widow had called to ask Pierre to take charge of her husband's books, as she herself was leaving for the country.
After supper he lay down on a sofa without undressing, and was awakened soon after midnight by a courier bringing him a letter from Kutuzov.
This letter requested the count to send police officers to guide the troops through the town, as the army was retreating to the Ryazan road beyond Moscow.
At Anna Pavlovna's on the twenty-sixth of August, the very day of the battle of Borodino, there was a soiree, the chief feature of which was to be the reading of a letter from His Lordship the Bishop when sending the Emperor an icon of the Venerable Sergius.
Prince Kutuzov's adjutant has brought me a letter in which he demands police officers to guide the army to the Ryazan road.
On reaching Moscow after her meeting with Rostov, Princess Mary had found her nephew there with his tutor, and a letter from Prince Andrew giving her instructions how to get to her Aunt Malvintseva at Voronezh.
A courier has arrived and there's a letter for you.
Unable to sit still he paced up and down the room holding the letter and reading it.
This unexpected and, as it seemed to Nicholas, quite voluntary letter from Sonya freed him from the knot that fettered him and from which there had seemed no escape.
In this letter the countess also mentioned that Prince Andrew was among the wounded traveling with them; his state was very critical, but the doctor said there was now more hope.
Next day Nicholas took his mother's letter and went to see Princess Mary.
Neither he nor she said a word about what "Natasha nursing him" might mean, but thanks to this letter Nicholas suddenly became almost as intimate with the princess as if they were relations.
Sonya's letter written from Troitsa, which had come as an answer to Nicholas' prayer, was prompted by this: the thought of getting Nicholas married to an heiress occupied the old countess' mind more and more.
"Sonya!" said the countess, raising her eyes from her letter as her niece passed, "Sonya, won't you write to Nicholas?"
At Tarutino Kutuzov received what was almost a reprimand from the Emperor for having moved his army along the Ryazan road, and the Emperor's letter indicated to him the very position he had already occupied near Kaluga.
This letter having no other object, I pray God, monsieur le Prince Koutouzov, to keep you in His holy and gracious protection!
But by the time this letter, which proved that the real relation of the forces had already made itself felt in Petersburg, was dispatched, Kutuzov had found himself unable any longer to restrain the army he commanded from attacking and a battle had taken place.
In the early days of October another envoy came to Kutuzov with a letter from Napoleon proposing peace and falsely dated from Moscow, though Napoleon was already not far from Kutuzov on the old Kaluga road.
Kutuzov replied to this letter as he had done to the one formerly brought by Lauriston, saying that there could be no question of peace.
"A misfortune... about Peter Ilynich... a letter," she finished with a sob.
On reading that letter (she always read her husband's letters) Natasha herself suggested that he should go to Petersburg, though she would feel his absence very acutely.
To Pierre's timid look of inquiry after reading the letter she replied by asking him to go, but to fix a definite date for his return.
There she opened her letter to Connie and added a request to check on that name and address.
Sealing the letter, she took a stamp from her purse and placed it on the envelope.
She placed the letter inside and lifted the flag.
Maybe the letter had been intercepted.
She put the letter back in the envelope.
No doubt, it was a letter stating that there were no openings.
My boss was going make me send a form letter back to each of them until she saw how many nuts there were out there.
I know about the letter she wrote about Howie.
Did the letter mention Howie's name?
Martha exclaimed when I told her Julie had entered the million dollar hunt for Howie and her letter might have fallen into the wrong hands.
Do I think he'll find us from Julie's letter, one of maybe thousands; it's unlikely.
This Bryce guy was probably the one who got a hold of the contest letter from Julie and broke into her apartment.
Best I can determine, she married the reverend in the spring of '99. The letter before that time talks about the wedding.
I read Rachael's letter again but her words tell nothing of interest.
With the glass in one hand and the letter in another, he sauntered into his office.
The handwriting on the letter was neat and feminine.
Taking a sip of the wine colored liquid, he sat the glass in a coaster on the smooth mahogany desk and dropped the letter beside it.
Slicing the end of the envelope open with one smooth movement, he placed the letter opener back where it belonged and shoved the drawer shut.
He leaned back in his chair, the letter forgotten as he studied the girl in the picture.
According to Katie's letter, kidding season was almost on them and they were getting the barn ready.
They searched the entire house, all the obvious places like the trash cans and counter tops, but found neither the letter nor the envelope.
After her come-to-Jesus moment with Jonny, he'd left a further reminder in the form of a letter that awaited her on the pillow beside hers when she woke.
He was named as one of the counsellors to assist the queen, but, fearing to incur the king's displeasure and using his favourite phrase ira principis mors est, he gave her very little help; and he signed the letter to Clement VII.
Soon after his mind began to give way, but during frequent intervals of lucidity he made new corrections in his great work, of which a third edition appeard in 1744, prefaced by a letter of dedication to Cardinal Trojano Acquaviva.
Eadberht showed considerable independence in his dealings with the church, and his brother Ecgberht, to whom the well-known letter of Bede is addressed, was from 734 to 766 archbishop of York.
His uncle had written her a letter saying:
That three-billion-letter recipe for making you is what was sequenced—deciphered and written down—in the human genome project.
I do not feel each letter any more than you see each letter separately when you read.
For a long time, when I wrote a letter, even to my mother, I was seized with a sudden feeling of terror, and I would spell the sentences over and over, to make sure that I had not read them in a book.
I find in one of them, a letter to Mr. Anagnos, dated September 29, 1891, words and sentiments exactly like those of the book.
At the time I was writing "The Frost King," and this letter, like many others, contains phrases which show that my mind was saturated with the story.
A hearty handshake or a friendly letter gives me genuine pleasure.
My dear Miss Moore Are you very glad to receive a nice letter from your darling little friend?
Will you please tell Harry to write me a very long letter soon?
This letter, written three months later, shows how well she remembered her first lesson in history.
My dear uncle Morrie,--I think you will be very glad to receive a letter from your dear little friend Helen.
I hope I have written my letter nicely, but it is very difficult to write on this paper and teacher is not here to give me better.
It has followed me across the ocean and found me in this magnificent great city which I should like to tell you all about if I could take time for it and make my letter long enough.
Do write to me soon again, directing your letter to Boston.
I received the letter which you wrote to me last summer, and I thank you for it.
My Dear Young Friend--I was very glad to have such a pleasant letter on my birthday.
This letter was reproduced in facsimile in St. Nicholas, June, 1892.
The "examinations" mentioned in this letter were merely tests given in the school, but as they were old Harvard papers, it is evident that in some subjects Miss Keller was already fairly well prepared for Radcliffe.
TO MR. WILLIAM WADE Wrentham, Mass., June 5, 1899. ...Linnie Haguewood's letter, which you sent me some weeks ago, interested me very much.
Did I tell you in my last letter that I had a new dress, a real party dress with low neck and short sleeves and quite a train?
I have had a letter from Mrs. Thaw with regard to the possibility of doing something for these children.
She was much pleased with the letter, and after she had asked all the questions she could think of, she took it to her mother, who was sewing in the hall, and read it to her.
In the meantime Mildred had got the letter and crept away with it.
She snatched the letter and slapped the little hands soundly.
Helen wrote another letter to the little girls yesterday, and her father sent it to Mr. Anagnos.
You have probably read, ere this, Helen's second letter to the little girls.
You will see from her letter that she uses many pronouns correctly.
She moved her finger from one printed character to another as I formed each letter on my fingers.
I did not have a chance to finish my letter yesterday.
I wrote letter to Uncle James.
He said Dear Helen, Robert was glad to get a letter from dear, sweet little Helen.
Do you realize that this is the last letter I shall write to you for a long, long time?
They seem as solitary, and the letter in which they are printed as rare and curious, as ever.
Here is a letter to Prince Vasili, and here is money.
"I can tell you more," continued Prince Vasili, seizing her hand, "that letter was written, though it was not sent, and the Emperor knew of it.
If not, then as soon as all is over," and Prince Vasili sighed to intimate what he meant by the words all is over, "and the count's papers are opened, the will and letter will be delivered to the Emperor, and the petition will certainly be granted.
She started to toss the letter aside, and then something made her read on.
Adrena lifted her brows and tossed the letter in a slot.
Fred ignored Dean and reached in his coat pocket and withdrew a letter, handing it to Cynthia.
A letter in one place might mean something completely different somewhere else, Tamer explained.
Each letter, written in excellent penmanship, began Dear Annie but there were no accompanying envelopes and no addresses.
On top of everything else I received a letter from the SEC today.
Pressing on the sides of the envelope to open the end, he blew into it, exposing the letter inside.
He reluctantly pawed through the clutter on her bureau and the personal items in her bureau drawers, urged by Randy, who hoped the letter might have been left behind.
Jonathan had band practice with his friends and Alex was in his recliner, reading a letter from a wildlife management area in Colorado.
Pulling out the letter, she looked at the ten digit key code.
But, however this may be, I cannot now write the letter which has lain in my thought for you so long.
I know not the first letter of the alphabet.
She re-read the letter and then added another paragraph.
Relieved when she gave him a warning look and disappeared into the bathroom, the letter clutched in one hand.
The forged "Morey letter," in which he was made to appear as opposed to the exclusion of the Chinese, was widely circulated and injured his candidacy in the West.
The letter from the auto insurance company lay abandoned on the kitchen cabinet.