Warne looked—in the words of the Daily Mail—“like a spooky waxwork.”
And many times himself warneth them to meete, sometimes hee apoynteth others to warne them in his staede.
Mr. Jefferson ran upstairs with his bag, and made a brief call upon Mr. Warne.
Her tall, commanding figure struck Mrs. Thayer with awe, and Mrs. Warne already felt sure of drawing out everything that she knew.
The Chandos Poets (Warne), a series of bulky octavos, with red-line borders, are of unequal merit.
I therefore instructed Mrs. Warne to describe me to Mrs. Thayer, and to say that I was watching her movements constantly.
