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She prevailed upon me to accompany her to her mother's cottage, but a few hundred paces distant; and during our walk thither, she hung confidingly on my arm. Her aged mother overwhelmed me with expressions of gratitude. She mildly chid her daughter for wandering so far away in quest of flowers, and then withdrawing, left us alone.
She smiled confidingly down at the schoolma'am and went off to waltz with Bert Rogers, apparently quite satisfied with what she had accomplished. Miss Satterly sat very still, scarce thinking consciously. She stared at Weary and tried to imagine him a fugitive from his native town, and in spite of herself wondered what it was he had done.
Leonard told your father, and spoke his mind, and your father discharged Jerry. If you or Ralph had told him, he most likely wouldn't have done anything about it. But I guess all fathers are the same." She chuckled confidingly, leaning on Claude's arm as they descended the stairs. "I guess so. Did he hurt the horse much? Which one was it?" "The little black, Pompey.
Indeed, my dear Nathan," and she turned to the old musician and laid her wee hand confidingly on his knee, "but for the fact that the princess was a most estimable woman and still alive, I might have been well, I really forget what I might have been, for I do not remember his name, but it was something most fascinating in five or six syllables.
It was a very humble little room, but Polly had done her best to make it pleasant, and it already had a home-like look, with the cheery fire, and the household pets chirping and purring confidingly on the rug. "How nice it is!" exclaimed Maud, as she emerged from the big closet where Polly kept her stores.
He saw she was trembling and ready to cry. Then he smiled upon her, a smile the like of which he had never given to human being before; at least, not since he was a tiny baby and smiled confidingly into his mother's face. Something in that smile was like sunshine to a nervous chill. The girl felt the comfort of it, though she still trembled. Down her eyes drooped to the paper in her shaking hands.
"Your mother should have thought of these things when she ran away." Felicia was silent a moment. Then, without invitation, she seated herself on the edge of a chair that stood near him. "That was so long ago," she said timidly yet confidingly. "And I was a baby. Couldn't you couldn't you forget it now?" Melrose surveyed her.
She was seated on a rock under the giant sycamore and leaned confidingly against the shaggy trunk. The glaring sunshine that fell upon the fields and hills could not wholly penetrate the protecting canopy of well-proportioned sycamore leaves; only a few quivering rays fell upon the girl's upturned face.
She laughed, stepping nearer, the muddy skirt of her habit lifted. "I must get to Reynolds's corps to-night," she said confidingly. "I came through the lines three days ago; their cavalry have followed me ever since. I can't shake them off; they'll be here by morning as soon as there's light enough to trace my horse." She looked back at the blue woods thoughtfully, patting her horse's sleek neck.
It is painful to reflect upon the position which the Marquise had filled, and to see her thus shaken and withered both in mind and body; abandoned by the protectress to whom she had clung so long and so confidingly; widowed by violence; separated from her only surviving child; and compelled to drain her cup of bitterness to the very dregs. Not a pang was, however, voluntarily spared to her.
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