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She was so vividly aware of her fault that she prayed for the power of God to lay bare her soul to Etienne, for she knew the cruel pang a reproach or a stern look was capable of causing; and she artlessly betrayed to him these clouds as they rose in her soul, the golden swathings of her dawning love.

"Look here, you lame little wretch!" exclaimed Loman, in a passion; "if I have any more of your impudence I'll box your ears!" "I thought your wrist was sprained?" artlessly observed Pembury. "Here, young Paul, let's get behind you, there's a good fellow, I am in such a funk!"

Sit down, Mr. Crombie, and wait just a few moments while I go into the other room and rejuvenate my hoofs, so to speak for I fear I've made a donkey of myself." He disappeared into an adjoining room with Blanche, who there informed him artlessly of Crombie's consideration and attentiveness in restoring the errant shoes.

She sang boldly, her full body rocking from side to side, her bared arms outstretched, her long throat swelling like a bird's above the gaudy handkerchief upon her breast. The others followed her, half artlessly, half in imitation, mingling with their words grunts of self-approval. A grin ran from face to face as if thrown by the grotesque flash of a lantern.

Take it, and get a good quality silk velvet. And now, good-by for two months. I will let you know when I am home so that you may begin on your duties." "Good-by, Mr. Derry," said the little girl artlessly. "And thar's something I'd like to say to you, if you don't mind." "You may say anything everything to me, Amarilly."

His mother heard of this and was angry, crying that he had let the neighbors know something she was anxious to conceal, but what he had revealed to them Tommy could not make out, and when he questioned her artlessly, she took him with sudden passion to her flat breast, and often after that she looked at him long and woefully and wrung her hands.

It is interesting to observe how he develops a thought, illustrates a point by an episode from history or from every-day life, urges a lesson with a lively exhortation. He is pleasant, gentle, serious, compassionate, artlessly eloquent, and, withal, perfectly pure in all he says. When Luther becomes "coarse," there is a reason.

"We must certainly have a few hills of squash," said Mrs. Grumble firmly. "Oh," said Mr. Jeminy, "squash. . . ." He had left it out on purpose, because he disliked it. "You see," he said finally, looking about him artlessly, "there's no more room." "Go away," said Mrs. Grumble. From his seat under a tree, to which he had retired, Mr. Jeminy watched Mrs.

When the ship-broker began to discuss the object of his visit he led him to a small sitting-room at the back of the house and repeated the information he had given to Mr. Wilks. "That's all there is to tell," he concluded, artlessly; "the cap'n was that ashamed of hisself, he's laying low for a bit. We all make mistakes sometimes; I do myself." "I am much obliged to you," said Mr.

You know...." Miss Fraenkel made a pause luminous with bright glances, "a picture of those two, in the café having a dinner; a real kissing picture. I'm sure she would look so sweet!" "Ah!" said Bill, "but what's the end of the story?" "Why sure!" faltered Miss Fraenkel. "They get get married! That's the end of every English story, isn't it?" Bill cackled from the kitchen, artlessly and shrill.