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Pride, only pride. For a moment she stood as if hesitating what to say, then, suddenly drawing herself up to her full height, she looked haughtily at him, and said words that he never forgot to his dying day. 'Mr Rowland Prothero, have you quite forgotten who I am, and who you are? With these words she made a stately bow, and turned towards the house.
Bill and his mother had many a long and confidential talk in those days and Bill learned, through her confidences, a great deal about the strange thing that grown people call love. Bill's mother talked to her son as she would have talked to a brother or a father, and the result was that one day young Bill had a long talk with Major Sherman, a talk that the Major at least never forgot.
Various masters took it in various subjects, or at least were supposed to. Most of the week was spent in the studies, as the master in charge forgot to turn up. One afternoon, Ferrers was to take them in English. But Ferrers was engaged in writing an article on the "New Public School Boy" for The Cornhill Magazine, and wanted to be quiet.
"Oh, Dad, that's a shame," he cried contritely, "I had so much on my mind getting ready to go, I forgot. I'll tell Lawyer Ed about him, and perhaps he can look up something. I have to start early in the morning or I would yet." "Well, well," said his father cheerfully. "There now, there is no need to worry, for they have got him a job, but it is away from home and I thought he'd do better here.
This miraculous and amazing creature was going to be always there, to form part of his daily life, to swish her wonderful skirts in and out of the rooms, to to He did not know whether to be glad or sorry. He knew only that he was perturbed, thrown off his balance, so much so that he forgot to explain his invasion. 'Well, Simon, said Hugo, 'had your dinner and been to the Morning Post office?
"Mother Bab," she called. "I'm here, Phœbe," came a voice from the sitting-room. "How are you? Is your headache all gone?" Phœbe asked as she ran to the beloved person who came to meet her. "All gone. I was so disappointed last night but what have you done to your hair?" "Oh, I forgot!" Phœbe lifted her head proudly. "I meant to knock at the front door and be company to-day. I've got my hair up!"
The next day found them stiff and sore, but this feeling wore off as the day progressed, and when night came they forgot everything in their eagerness to be on the march to hunt for their missing comrade, who had hardly for a moment been out of their thoughts. The plans for the expedition had been carefully mapped out.
Sometimes I even remembered it for a little, but that was all. "But he was different, Elaine! If I forgot every word he spoke, the meaning of it would still be left. I 'd still feel his hand upon my shoulder, the hand that sank through my shoulder and got a grip on something inside me. I 'd still feel his eyes burning into mine. I 'd still see that street out the window and know what it meant.
Miss Owens sent me to the board with half a dozen others and I was working the problem all right, but I forgot and began to twirl on my toes. Just a few innocent dance steps, you know it makes me think better." "I was wondering how she ever kept still in school," said Kit, drawing the girl to her. "She doesn't," whispered Bet.
'By the way, doc., said Mr Brindley, in the doctor's wide porch, 'I forgot to tell you that Simon Fuge is dead. 'Is he? said the doctor. 'Yes. You've got a couple of his etchings, haven't you? 'No, said the doctor. 'I had. But I sold them several months ago. 'Oh! said Mr Brindley negligently; 'I didn't know. Well, so long!
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