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Usage examples of harte.

Bret Harte preaching the usual Shavian evangel, has no more relation to Irish life than it has to literature.

Harte, looking at the others: but he said no more, and when first Allen and then Graham explained that in the outlying provinces of the Turkish empire the valis, pashas, agas and beys, though in principle subject to the Sultan, often behaved like independent rulers, increasing their territories by usurpation or by making open war upon one another, he looked displeased.

I make these bequests to Winston Harte as a gesture of my love, and because of his love, devotion, and uncommon loyalty to me over the years and because of his marriage to my granddaughter Emily, for the benefit of them both and any offsprings of their marriage.

I was in the office most of yesterday, developing my idea for the Harte boutiques in our hotels.

And then during drinks he had asked her what she did, and she had said she worked for her grandmother, Emma Harte, as Jim did, but that she was employed at the stores.

Paula was well aware that there were those magnates and industrialists who were jealous of Emma Harte, and who, as adversaries, misguidedly saw her as a hard, ruthless, driven, and power-hungry woman.

Alexander had proved himself deserving of her faith in him, and she had no regrets about making him the chief heir to Harte Enterprises by leaving him fifty-two percent of her shares in this privately held company.

Then doth shee trowle to me the bowle, Even as a mault-worme sholde, And sayth, sweete harte, I took my parte Of this jolly good ale and olde.

Born Francis Bret Harte in Albany, New York, in 1836, he was a precocious child who at the age of five burlesqued his school primers.

While these possibilities ran past his inner scrutineer a remote corner of his mind called out shrilly against the injustice of missing stays - unknown in such conditions, monstrous, a malignancy designed to make him late on his station, to allow Harte to call him unofficerlike, no seaman, a dawdling Sybarite, a slow-arse.

I had hoped my first evening in town to pay a call on Madame Restell and report on her patient's progress, but instead of an evening at Madame Restell's amusing atelier, I had an unexpectedly fascinating time with John Apgar, who had got us tickets for a new play called Two Men of Sandy Bar by Bret Harte, one of the numerous imitators of Mark Twain.

Those early days left him with a fund of recollections upon which his drafts were honored -- as was similarly the case with Bret Harte -- for long years after the experiences themselves had become old (although not unhappy) far off things.

The other service members glanced quickly at him and at one another: Harte was the most eager pursuer of the main chance in the Navy, the most ardent snapper-up of anything that was going, from a Dutch herring-buss to a Breton fishing-boat.

Mr Wray had the same ability to sit through long meaningless speeches without apparent emotion, but his father-in-law, Rear-Admiral Harte, an officer remarkable only for his wealth- his recently-inherited wealth- and his lack of seamanship, had not.

But Bret Harte, who also did a great deal to establish the formula used in Westerns to this day, was a master of generic conventions and a skilled editor and literary critic.