Phillips said my spelling was disgraceful and he held up my slate so that everybody could see it, all marked over.
Phillips didn't see her--he was looking at Prissy Andrews--but I did.
Phillips was in the back of the room hearing Prissy Andrews's Latin, Diana whispered to Anne,
Phillips was back in the corner explaining a problem in algebra to Prissy Andrews and the rest of the scholars were doing pretty much as they pleased eating green apples, whispering, drawing pictures on their slates, and driving crickets harnessed to strings, up and down aisle.
Phillips stalked down the aisle and laid his hand heavily on Anne's shoulder.
He didn't sleep much, he was in such a sweat to get in there and find out the mystery about Phillips; and moreover he done a lot of guessing about it all night, which warn't no use, for if you are going to find out the facts of a thing, what's the sense in guessing out what ain't the facts and wasting ammunition?
I'd just as soon tell you who I am, though, if you'll swear to keep mum, for I ain't no Phillips, either."
Phillips, who had been a clerk to their father and succeeded him in the business, and a brother settled in London in a respectable line of trade.
Phillips were now productive of the most interesting intelligence.
Besides these there were standard volumes of poetry, published by
Phillips & Sampson, from worn- out plates; for a birthday present my mother got me Wordsworth in this shape, and I am glad to think that I once read the "Excursion" in it, for I do not think I could do so now, and I have a feeling that it is very right and fit to have read the "Excursion." To be honest, it was very hard reading even then, and I cannot truthfully pretend that I have ever liked Wordsworth except in parts, though for the matter of that, I do not suppose that any one ever did.
But Bill had a firm determination that he would learn to read, founded chiefly on two reasons: first, that Tom Hazelow, his cousin, could read anything "right off," whether it was print or writing, and Tom had sent him a letter from twenty miles off, saying how he was prospering in the world and had got an overlooker's place; secondly, that Sam
Phillips, who sawed with him, had learned to read when he was turned twenty, and what could be done by a little fellow like Sam
Phillips, Bill considered, could be done by himself, seeing that he could pound Sam into wet clay if circumstances required it.
Haitian bloodshed became an argument to show the barbarous nature of the Negro, a doctrine Wendell
Phillips sought to combat in his celebrated lecture on Toussaint L'Ouverture.