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Very well, he should have it the truth without mercy. "Constance," she began, huskily, "Constance loved " "I know," interrupted Ambrose North. "I know how dearly she loved me up to the very last. Even Barbara, baby that she was, felt it. She remembers it still." Barbara's bell tinkled upstairs while he said the last words. "She wants us," he said, his face illumined with love.
Basil said, 'Now, if you could only care a little, and make up your mind to wait for the love, we could be married at once, because I believe it's still easy to do these things quickly in Scotland. But I told him I didn't feel as if I could, even to please Barbara, though I liked him very much.
And when, as I have just said, the sunlight of your smile, and the gentleness of your young girlish voice, dispelled much melancholy from my mind, I thought no matter what. But now the case is altered you see in me a mere lump, a deformed creature, a being unseemly to look upon, a wretch !" "Robin Hays, you wrong yourself," interrupted Barbara; "I do not see you thus, nor think you thus.
Sometimes, half-jestingly it seemed, he asked his advice, and whatever Martin said was always considered. As often as not the advice given took the form of a parable, and, no matter how absurd it sounded, Sir John invariably tried to understand its meaning. Martin Fairley had come to the Abbey one winter's night soon after Barbara Lanison had been brought there.
She had been telling him with great enjoyment of the comic opera they had seen, as she finished putting the hairpins into her freshly smoothed hair, and turned, a pin still in her mouth, in time to be almost abashed by the expression in his eyes as he suddenly drew his wife to him. "Jove! Barbara!" he cried, half laughing, but with a quiver in his voice, "it's hell to be happily married!
Till latterly she had merely been employed in choruses, or where children were wanted to fill up the scene. But the manager, observing a diligence and adroitness in her above her age, had for some few months past intrusted to her the performance of whole parts. You may guess the self-consequence of the promoted Barbara.
But the next day if a man happens to be ridin' in the desert, where there ain't any water, he'll cuss the sun pretty thorough forgettin' the nice things he said about it once." Barbara scowled at him. "You haven't a bit of poetry in your soul!" she charged. "I'm sorry we stopped to look at the valley or the sun or anything. You don't you can't appreciate the beautiful!"
He no longer knew that he had wounded her deeply the night before. He was in the habit of casting aside whatever displeased him unless it appeared advantageous to impose restraint upon himself; and who would ever have dared to resist the expression of his indignation? Had Barbara obeyed her hasty temper and returned him a sharp answer, he certainly would not have forgotten it.
Lady Barbara had thoughtfully provided herself with an emergency supply of chocolate sweetmeats; children may sometimes be time-servers, but they do not encourage long accounts. As they approached nearer to the princely dais Lady Barbara stood discreetly aside, and the stolid-faced infant walked forward alone, with staggering but steadfast gait, encouraged by a murmur of elderly approval.
Of Barbara, of myself, and of London doings, this is no time to write. Tell Hester your friend thinks of her. Yours with great memories and greater hopes, DANE KEMPTON. THE RIDGE, BERKELEY, CALIFORNIA. May 18, 19 . I stand aloof and laugh at myself and you.
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