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A sweet, dear gal as ever was, for all that. How fares it, John? She never names 'e to me, though I do to her." "I'm biding my time, neighbour. I reckon 't will be right one day. It only makes me feel a bit mean now and again to have to say hard things about young Blanchard. Still, while she 's wrapped up there, I may whistle for her." "You 'm in the right," declared Billy.
And then let come what will come! But if thou be nought changed, and the oath yet holds, then, when a little while hath passed, may we thrust all evil and guile and grief behind us, and long joy shall lie before us, and long life, and all honour in death: if only thou wilt do as I bid thee, O my dear, and my friend, and my first friend!"
She thrust her face close to the glass, to see whether some long-remembered wrinkle or crow's-foot had indeed vanished. She examined whether the snow had so entirely melted from her hair, that the venerable cap could be safely thrown aside. At last, turning briskly away, she came with a sort of dancing step to the table. "My dear old doctor," cried she, "pray favor me with another glass!"
"I had my eyes about me when I was up in town, my dear. And look here, these are quite new, have never been on yet, and I had them when I was married before. There is nothing like being careful, my dear. I hate meanness, as everybody knows who knows me; but there is nothing like being careful.
"My dear Colonel, how glad we are to see you! how well you look!" from Lady Anne. Miss Newcome ran up to him with both hands out, and put her beautiful face so close to his that I thought, upon my conscience, she was going to kiss him. She turns to Clive with equal graciousness and good-humour, and says, "Mr.
When he caught sight of me he cried like a baby, and I sat down and heard what the trouble was, for I had let him go off with somebody who could give him a good salary, a government man of position, and I thought poor Bob would be put in the way of something better. Dear me, the climate was killing him before my eyes, and I took passage for both of us on the next day's steamer.
Carbuncle talked of the terrible situation in which poor Lord George was placed by the robbery, and of all that Lizzie owed him on account of his trouble. "My dear," said Mrs. Carbuncle, "the least you can do for him is to give him all that you've got to give." "I don't know that he wants me to give him anything," said Lizzie. "I think that's quite plain," said Mrs.
"My dear Lady Julia! yet let me call you dear this once my hopes are gone! even for your forgiveness I have no right to hope but let me do you one piece of service let me put your open temper on its guard.
"I don't think, dear, that you should talk of him in that familiar way. Theo! He is old enough to be" here she paused for a moment, not pleased with the suggestion, and then added "he might be your elder brother, at least." "Not unless I had another mamma," said Geoff. "Theo is about as old as you." "Oh no; much younger than I am.
"Ich lieg' und besitze. Lass mich schlafen." "And yet," thought the young man, "I have one pearl from his hoard." That girl was right: like Siegfried tempered in the grisly flood, the raw boy was turning into a man, seasoned and invulnerable. Heywood was calling to him: "You must go Home with us. Do you hear? I've made a wonderful plan with the captain's fortune! Dear old Kneebone."
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