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He used to beg me, with tears in his eyes, to save the bit lassie, if it was in my power, and the man's life seemed to hang on the little one's. His eye was as sharp as a mothers' sharper than most mothers' to notice if Emily looked worse or better.
In the community where he now resided, such things were more common; the only point in which he differed from many other Southern gentlemen in this matter was in his constancy to Emily and the children, and the more than ordinary kindness and affection with which he treated them. Mr.
From the hall upstairs she could get a view of the entire reception room without being seen herself. The last comer was Emily Meeks, whom the maid was relieving of her wraps. She was all alone, apparently at a loss what to do in company, and dressed in a white skirt and middy blouse!
"Papa," said Emily, "if you would allow me half a minute " The village blacksmith and the bailiff, who was also present, withdrew, bowing to Emily, who gave to each of them a smile and a nod. They were her old familiar friends, and they looked kindly at her. She was to be their future lady; but was it not all important that their future lord should be a Hotspur?
Just two rooms, all their own, all alone, and Emily to work for. That was his dream. But it seemed less possible than that other absurd one had been. Emily was as practical a little thing as she looked fluffy. She knew women. Especially did she know Eva, and Carrie, and Babe. She tried to imagine herself taking the household affairs and the housekeeping pocket-book out of Eva's expert hands.
This is always unpleasant, but in my case it turned out to be more. When I told Emily that Grace and Lucy were in town, and intended coming to see her that very morning, I thought she manifested less curiosity than would have been the case a month before. "Is Miss Hardinge a relative of Mr.
Cupp returned to her mistress with the information that she had been to the house in Mortimer Street and found that the widow who had bought the lease and furniture was worn out with ill-luck and the uncertainty of lodgers, and only longed for release which was not ruin, Emily cried a little for joy. "Oh, how I should like to be there!" she said. "It was such a dear house.
"Either he's been driven looney by what happened last night, or else or else somethin's goin' to happen that I don't dast to believe. Emily, you stand right here by the door. I may want you." "Where's that pen and things?" queried Solomon from the next room. "Ain't you ever comin'?"
Theresa's voice faltered; she wept, and set down the flask, unable to pour out the wine. Her grief seemed to recall Emily from her own, who went towards her, but then stopped, and, having gazed on her, for a moment, turned suddenly away, as if overwhelmed by the reflection, that it was Valancourt, whom Theresa lamented.
"I am not going at all," said Emily. Here she put in ours her little white hand, and looked up archly in our face, "I am not going, for I have laid aside my wings!" "My good fellow!" said F , as he took our other hand; "you deserve to be made President of the Entomological Society." THE following passages from the diary of a young English wife may be read with profit here.
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