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About nine at night I come home, and there find Mrs. Pierce come and little Fran. Tooker, and Mr. Hill, and other people, a great many dancing, and anon comes Mrs. Coleman with her husband and Laneare. The dancing ended and to sing, which Mrs.
He had no intelligent word, but his arm was full of meaning as it slipped about her. "Who has been unkind to you, Nonpareil?" She let her head sink upon his shoulder, as she sobbed without restraint. "What shams have pierced your pure heart? Am I the cause of any of these tears? Am I?" "Yes," Fran answered, between her sobs, "you're the cause of all my happy tears."
How fine you look, Abbott just as if your conscience doesn't hurt you for disappearing without leaving a clue to the mystery. You needn't be looking around, sir, Fran isn't here." "I wonder where she is?" Abbott smiled, "I'm dreadfully impatient to tell her the good news. Mrs. Jefferson, I'm to teach in a college it's a much bigger thing than the position I lost here.
Bal. If this be your Affliction, you may avoid it. Fran. No, no, I'll try to force Nature a little, and be civil, or so; but as soon as the Ceremony's over, I'll steal out of Town, whip a way, presto, i'faith. Bal. But shou'd you do so rude a thing to your new Brother, your Wife wou'd think you were jealous of her.
"Susanne," she cried aloud, a thought striking her, "it is never Sir Fran it is not monsieur!" "Not in the least like monsieur," complacently answered Susanne. "It is a tall, brave English gentleman, proud and noble looking like a prince." Every pulse within Lady Isabel's body throbbed rebelliously: her heart bounded till it was like to burst her side, and she turned sick with astonishment.
Shall I submit to Fetters, and see my Mistress ravish'd by any great Turk in Christendom, and not fight? Isa. I'd rather be ravish'd a thousand times, than you should venture your Person. Fran. Ay, I dare swear. Enter Seaman. Sea. Ah, Sirs, what mean you? Come on the Deck for shame. Ant. Guil. Fran. Oh, how they thunder! Isa. Fran.
"But I think we should plan to do something very interesting every holiday all winter." "We will take a tea-basket and lunch out of doors," replied Edith happily. "There are beautiful spots to visit in Jersey." Win looked up suddenly. "Fran," he asked, "did you notice those gentlemen who rode out of the square while we were looking at the statue? Had you ever seen the younger one before?"
Barbara had listened eagerly to the story without interrupting her; then she desired to learn further particulars concerning the health of the man from whom even now her soul could not be sundered and, finally, she urged her to talk about herself. So time passed with the speed of the wind. The candles in the candelabrum were already half burned down when Fran Dubois at last urged going to rest.
"Oh, what a gay old world!" she cried. "There are so many people in it that like me." She danced before the old lady, then wheeled about with such energy that her skirts threatened to level to the breeze. "Don't, don't!" cried Mrs. Gregory precipitately. "Fran!" "Bravo!" shouted Simon Jefferson. "Encore!" Fran widened her fingers to push down the rebellious dress.
"And that isn't all," said Abbott, looking straight before him, and pretending that he had not heard. "In that town Tahlelah, Oklahoma I discovered, out in the suburbs, a cottage the dearest little thing as dear as...as Mr. Smookins; just big enough for a girl like Fran.
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