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He let down the window of the cab and thrust his head out, calling to the driver: "Go down the West End the park anywhere! I'll let you know when to stop." He sat down again beside Faith. "Well, do you think you'd like to be my wife?" he asked. Faith shrank away from him, her face flushing. "I don't know anything about you. You don't know anything about me," she stammered. He smiled.
Now, a red-haired person cannot be a lily maid." "Your complexion is just as fair as Ruby's," said Diana earnestly, "and your hair is ever so much darker than it used to be before you cut it." "Oh, do you really think so?" exclaimed Anne, flushing sensitively with delight. "I've sometimes thought it was myself but I never dared to ask anyone for fear she would tell me it wasn't.
But she still wore her hair down her back, and, as she bobbed over the clothes to give them their added drubbing, shiny strands shook themselves loose from their curly, captive neighbors and waved damply against her flushing cheeks, till she looked like a gay yellow dandelion a-sway in a gusty wind.
I'm sure you will agree with me that it is most unreasonable to feel that. We don't even know in fact I think it most unlikely that she caught her illness there. These diseases Besides, she was set on going. She would have gone whether you asked her or not, Alice." "Don't, Wilfrid," said Mrs. Flushing, neither moving nor taking her eyes off the spot on the floor upon which they rested.
"I wonder!" she said, with a sigh of relief, as they passed the bounds of the village. Then she caught herself flushing, for she suddenly realised that the exclamation was one so often on the lips of a dead, disgraced man whose name she once had borne.
"I suppose you're great friends with him?" said Jeff suspiciously. Evelyn looked at him quickly and laughed, flushing a little. "Why, we're naturally very good friends," she said. "Evelyn," said Jeff, sitting up straight again, "I'm absolutely bursting to tell you some news, and I can't seem to lead up to it. I've got to bring it out flat.
Leslie Geoffrey should have married?" asked Mrs. Savine at length. "No," answered Helen, flushing. With feeling she added. "Perhaps I ought to have guessed it. She leaves shortly, does the not? It will be a relief. She must be a wicked woman, but please don't talk of her." "That is just what I'm going to do," declared her aunt, gravely.
And yet she couldn't stifle that impulse. She giggled aloud. And when he turned when he wheeled and encountered her shining eyes, still wet and brimming above the screen of his own handkerchief, she sensed immediately that he was flushing as little, too-sensitive Steve had flushed years before, when she had laughed at him less kindly.
She shook her head mournfully. "We were more than friends, and that is different." "You were his wife?" said Medallion gently. "It was different," she replied, flushing. "France is not the same as here. We were to be married, but on the eve of our wedding-day there was an end to it all. Only five years ago I found out he was here."
Josephine, who had been gazing down into the orchestra, turned now, flushing darkly. "But I don't want a lover, Julia," she said, hurt. "Josephine dear! Dear old Josephine! Don't you really! Oh, yes, you do. I want one so BADLY," cried Julia, with her shaking laugh. "Robert's awfully good to me. But we've been married six years. And it does make a difference, doesn't it, Tanny dear?"
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