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"But Aunt 'Gina," said Jane, gently; "surely you forget that most of these people have been to town and heard plenty of good music, Madame Velma herself most likely, and all the great singers. They know they cannot sing like a prima donna; but they do their anxious best, because you ask them. I cannot see that they require an object lesson."
"Dear Aunt 'Gina," she said; "you know you loved coming; because you enjoy a mystery, and like being a dear old 'deus ex machina, at the right moment. And he is going to marry them both; because they both love him far too dearly ever to leave him again; and he seems to think he cannot do without either."
It is better to take the road from Cotui to La Gina, or that to Pimentel, on the Samana-Santiago Railroad and complete the journey by rail, for though the character of these trails is similar to the La Vega trail, they are only about fifteen miles long. Road from Santo Domingo to the Cibao by way of the Gallinas Pass.
Ginsberg, not unlike his colleague in rotundities, held out a short, a dimpled hand. "It's a proud day," he said, "for me to shake the hands from mine old friend's son and the finest violinist living to-day. My little daughter " "Yes, yes, Gina. Here shake hands with him. Leon, they say a voice like a fountain. Gina Berg eh, Ginsberg is how you stage-named her?
"I don't want any Romeos coming in at my window. 'Hoity-toity! What next? as Aunt 'Gina would say. Run along and change your pinafore, Master Garthie. The 'heaps of things' must keep until to-night, or we shall both be late for dinner." "All right," said Garth, "all right. But you will come out here this evening, Miss Champion? And you will give me as long as I want?"
Esther, grief-crumpled, but rich in the enormous hope of youth. The sweet Gina, to whom the waiting months had already begun their reality. Not so Sarah Kantor. In a bedroom adjoining, its high-ceilinged vastness as cold as a cathedral to her lowness of stature, sobs dry and terrible were rumbling up from her, only to dash against lips tightly restraining them.
"Why, I I don't exactly know. A rendezvous it's a sort of meeting, an engagement, isn't it, Miss Gina? Gina?" "That's it, Leon an engagement." "Have I an engagement with you, Gina?" "Oh, how how I hope you have, Leon!" "When?" "In the spring?" "That's it in the spring." Then they smiled, these two, who had never felt more than the merest butterfly wings of love brushing them, light as lashes.
We were both staying at Overdene. There was a big house party, and Aunt Georgina had arranged a concert to which half the neighbourhood was coming. Madame Velma failed at the last minute. Aunt 'Gina, in a great state of mind, was borrowing remarks from her macaw. You know how? She always says she is merely quoting `the dear bird. Something had to be done.
"I think it was the nicest thing that ever happened in the world." "All the way here in the train I kept saying, 'Crazy crazy running to tell Leon Lieutenant Kantor good-by when you haven't even seen him three times in three years " "But each each of those three times we we've remembered, Gina."
"Fear nothing," said he in French to the Italian girl, "I am not a spy. You are refugees, I have guessed that. I am a Frenchman whom one look from you has fixed at Gersau." Rodolphe, startled by the acute pain caused by some steel instrument piercing his side, fell like a log. "Nel lago con pietra!" said the terrible dumb girl. "Oh, Gina!" exclaimed the Italian.
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