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"Come," she said, "I'll take the clothes home, then we'll go" she glanced at him "down where the dreams are." And laughing, they hurried on. Elspeth stood in the path that wound down to the cottage, and without a word Zora dropped the basket at her feet. She turned back; but Bles, struck by a thought, paused.
Fervently hoping that he would get out before she did, Amy utterly ignored the basket at her feet, and congratulating herself that she had on her new traveling dress, returned the young man's greeting with her usual suavity and spirit.
"I should say at a venture, sir, that they would be in the basket downstairs. Edmund, our genial knife-and-boot boy, collects them, I believe, at early dawn." "Would they have been cleaned yet?" "If I know Edmund, sir no." "Smith," said Mr. Downing, trembling with excitement, "go and bring that basket to me here." Psmith's brain was working rapidly as he went downstairs.
I couldn't live out here if it wasn't for the sheer beauty of this country. It's wonderful it's so beautiful." "What was it you put down by the door as you came in?" she asked of him curiously. He turned to her with like curiosity. "How do you know?" said he. "Are you shamming? That was my fishing rod and my fish basket I put down there; but I didn't think you'd know anything about it."
Then the Comte and René, his little boy, came round with a silver basket full of buttonholes and little cards with names, and by the kind of flower we got we were to know which table we were to sit at, as they were to be decorated with the same. Of course the Baronne had arranged for the Vicomte to take me in; and our table was pink and white carnations.
Perhaps you can tell me what P-I-G spells." Returning with the wide sewing basket, she found her mother looking over a pile of letters. "It is high time," said Mrs. Grahame, "that you began to take some interest in business matters." Hildegarde wondered what was coming; her mother looked very grave; she held in her hand a square grey envelope.
In the midst of the feelings of a misunderstood and martyred man, his head dropped into the basket! These few facts and observations respecting the career of Robespierre, enable us to form a tolerably correct estimate of his character. The man was a bigot. A perfect Republic was his faith, his religion.
She picked up her three books from the table near by, held them with her left arm so that her right hand might be free to clasp Antonia's, and, smiling as a basket of chips thus did she later describe herself advanced toward the crowning honor of the day. Antonia saw her coming and narrowed her eyes the better to see.
But children need to play, so that's all right. Leaving Bunny and Sue under the tree he had showed them, where they might pick their own peaches, Grandpa Brown walked on a little farther, looking for a place where he might fill his basket. "Oh, there's a nice red peach I'm going to get!" exclaimed Sue, as she reached up her hand toward it. But she found she was not quite tall enough.
Presently it caught, and I glanced round the room. It was just as usual, just as the servants had left it, and above the mantelpiece the eight-day clock ticked away solemnly. While I looked at it it struck two, and in a dim fashion I was thankful for its friendly sound. Then I looked at the basket.
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