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Usage examples of lewes.

He had engaged a young Cambridge man, Gregory Lewes, as his secretary and librarian, and the two devoted all their time to planning, writing, and preparing the monograph referred to.

The boy glanced once at Gregory Lewes and then continued his meal as if he were unaware of any strange presence in the room.

Challis and Lewes were observing the boy intently, but he took not the least notice of their scrutiny.

Henry Challis and Gregory Lewes appeared to have no place in the world of his abstraction.

Challis and Lewes stood on one side and watched him, and he was no more embarrassed by their presence than if they had been in another world, as, possibly, they were.

Between the two protagonists hovered Lewes, sceptical, inclined towards aggression.

Challis preferred, one imagines, to have no intercourse with Lewes while the memory of certain pronouncements was still fresh.

He might have been tempted to discuss that interview, and if, as was practically certain, Lewes attempted to pour contempt on the whole affair, Challis might have been drawn into a defence which would have revived many memories he wished to obliterate.

Presently they came to a pause, and Lewes suggested that he should give some account of how his time had been spent.

That was the personality which had, no doubt, spoken to Challis and Lewes through that long afternoon in the library of Challis Court.

Gloucester insisted that the Mise of Lewes and the Provisions of Oxford had not been properly observed, hinting unmistakably at the foreign birth and extraction of his rival.

Perhaps Squire Hall was the only one in Lewes Hundred who misdoubted that Hiram was half-witted.

Into his hand he put fourteen sovereigns and requested him to go on board the Cambrian and buy Captain Lewes off.

I had to find an art-shop in Lewes and buy special paper and all sorts of pencils and things: sepia and Chinese ink and brushes, special hair and sizes and makes.

Even in the middle of the last century the grist mill, a couple of miles from Lewes, although it was at most but fifty or sixty years old, had all a look of weather-beaten age, for the cypress shingles, of which it was built, ripen in a few years of wind and weather to a silvery, hoary gray, and the white powdering of flour lent it a look as though the dust of ages had settled upon it, making the shadows within dim, soft, mysterious.