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Before Mrs. Wilkins could reply to these conflicting rumors her husband walked in, looking as martial as his hollow chest and thin legs permitted, and, turning his cap nervously in his hands, said half-proudly, half-reproachfully: "Now, Cynthy, be you satisfied?" "Oh, my Lisha! I be, I be!" and the inconsistent woman fell upon his buttony breast weeping copiously.
But I only want you to know that I'M right, and here are the books to show it." He drew aside the dingy calico curtain, revealed a small shelf of bulky books, took down two large volumes, one of botany, one of geology, nervously sought his text, and put them in Alice's outstretched hands. "I had no intention " she began, half-proudly, half-embarrassedly. "Am I right, miss?" he interrupted.
Then Edith came back, glowing with pleasure, half-shyly, half-proudly leading in her tall handsome Captain. His brother shook hands with him, and Mrs. Shaw welcomed him in her gentle kindly way, which had always something plaintive in it, arising from the long habit of considering herself a victim to an uncongenial marriage.
Titania's self, just stepped upon the moonlit earth, could scarcely have stood poised on an unbroken flower-stalk, in form more airy, in attitude more graceful, with countenance more radiant than those of Emily F , as, arrayed in likeness of the Faery Queen, she thus burst upon our view, and with an air half-archly playful, half-proudly triumphant, enjoyed our bewildered surprise, and received the involuntary homage of our admiration.
Three black, grinning little faces, topped by the kinkiest of woolly heads, came slowly at her bidding, each one glancing half-proudly, yet more or less panic- stricken, at the big man in white flannels. "Hello, boys. Whose sons are you? Miss Peggy tells me you are brothers." "Yas, sir. We is. We's Joshua Jozadak Jubal Jones's boys. I'se Gus de ol'es.
"Now we'll let her loose. Where's my son? I'd like him to see the flight." "He's down in the workshop. He slept there last night, and had his breakfast sent down this morning." "He'll break his neck yet," Peter Winn remarked, half-fiercely, half-proudly, as he led the way to the veranda. Standing at the head of the broad steps, he tossed the pretty creature outward and upward.
"It is perfectly amazing, the price they pay for such lies, that's what," she said, half-proudly, half-severely. All things considered, it was a relief when going-away time came. And it was very jolly to be back at Redmond, a wise, experienced Soph with hosts of friends to greet on the merry opening day.
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