"Roper" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... our Lord," answered More, "I find in his Grace a very good lord indeed, and I believe he doth as singularly favour me as any subject within the realm. Howbeit, son Roper, I may tell thee, I have no cause to be proud thereof, for if my head would win him a castle in France it should not fail ...
— English Literature For Boys And Girls • H.E. Marshall
... afternoon a little figure stole quietly down to the library door. Betty knew her father was out, and Mr. Roper never repulsed any of the children. After a timid knock she passed in, and made a little picture as she stood in the firelight, in her brown velveteen frock ...
— Odd • Amy Le Feuvre
... Chronicle. Monro, Alexander, accountant Hudson's Bay Company. Nuttall, Thomas C., book-keeper. Pearson, Edward, tinsmith. Porter, Arthur, brickmaker. Powell, Doctor I. W. Richardson, George, proprietor of first brick hotel. Roper, S., Kamloops. Styles, S. T., plasterer. Shotbolt, Thomas, druggist. Stockham, F., baker. Sparrow, J. M., post office. Stewart, John, plumber. Sylvester, Frank. Turner, John H. (Todd & Turner), Victoria Produce Market. Vowell, Arthur, Indian superintendent. White, Edward (late ...
— Some Reminiscences of old Victoria • Edgar Fawcett
... residence of Sir Thomas More, a man who, despite the bitterness inseparable from a persecuting age, was of most wonderful goodness as well as intellectual power. We first read over the memories of him preserved by Erasmus, Hoddesdon, Roper, Aubrey, his own namesake, and others. It is pleasant to muse over the past; pleasant to know that much of malice and bigotry has departed, to return no more, that the prevalence of a spirit which could render even Sir Thomas More unjust and, to seeming, cruel, is passing away. Though we do implicitly ...
— Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 1, No. 3, August, 1850. • Various
... you acquainted with the best brandin' outfit in these parts." He waved a long, bony arm at the Mexican, who flashed his white teeth. "This Greaser is Aurelio Maria Carara. Need I say he's Mex, and a preemeer roper?" Carara bowed, and swept the ground with his high-peaked head-piece. "The Maduro gent yonder is Mr. Cloudy. His mother being a Navajo squaw, named him, accordin' to the rights and customs of her tribe, selecting the title of Cloudy-but-the-Sun-Shines, which same has proved a misnomer, him ...
— Going Some • Rex Beach
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