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"Not now," said Cicely, blushing. "I used to sing, a long while ago, when I was little." "When, Cicely?" "I sang to to my papa," said Cicely tears springing to her eyes. "I used to sing, 'Blue eyed Mary, for the gentlemen who dined with papa." That evening, when Cicely and her mother were warming their fingers over a fire of shavings, somebody knocked at the door.
"For what did Simon MacTaggart harass our household?" "I have been bold enough to flatter myself; I had dared to think " She stopped him quickly, blushing. "You know he was Drimdarroch, Count Victor," said she, with some conviction. He jumped to his feet and bent to stare at her, his face all wrought with astonishment. "Mon Dieu! Mademoiselle, you do not say the two were one?
'O yes, of course! replied Anna, looking at the letter, forcedly tittering, and blushing still more. Her look of embarrassment did not leave her with the postman's departure. She opened the envelope, kissed its contents, put away the letter in her pocket, and remained musing till her eyes filled with tears. A few minutes later she carried up a cup of tea to Mrs. Harnham in her bed-chamber.
"But why are you staying here? Why didn't you make for the road up the mountain? What are you watching for, anyway?" asked Drake. "Go to it, Ruth," Ventnor grinned. "Tell 'em. After all it was YOUR party you know." "Mart!" she cried, blushing. "Well it wasn't ME they admired," he laughed. "Martin!" she cried again, and stamped her foot. "Shoot," he said. "I'm busy. I've got to watch."
I went on, hesitating, "He is an older friend than thou, and holloa, Jack!" for here was the dear fellow himself, smiling and blushing; and where had the captain been of late? and that awkward left hand was taken, and Jack would come with us and see us play with the small sword, and would like to go after the ducks to-morrow. He seemed happy and pleased to meet us.
Blushing, she returned the card to its place, and hiding the pocket-book in her honorable bosom, hurried homeward. But her soul was troubled as she went; sometimes she sobbed aloud, and more than once she stood still and wrung her hands. "Ah! if Simon Blount would but come now to advise me what is safest and best to do!" Should she go to Mrs. Splurge and tell her all? No, what right had she?
They came in, reluctant and blushing, their minds excited by mingled feelings of indignation and shame.
"Not quite so much so as you think," replied Petrea, again blushing, "because at first I wished really to find pleasure for him, and then also a little for myself. Yes, the truth is this that I had nothing to do, and while I busied myself about Mr.
If the lady had been in any doubt, Fleda's cheeks alone would have announced her identity. But she came forward without hesitation after the first moment, pulling off her hood, and stood before her visiter, blushing in a way that perhaps Mrs. Carleton looked at as a novelty in her world.
Why, since Kit has been away, the pony would take his food from nobody but her, and Barbara, you see, not dreaming that Christopher was there, and just looking in, to see that everything was right, has come upon him unawares. Blushing little Barbara! It may be that Kit has caressed the pony enough; it may be that there are even better things to caress than ponies.
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