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Mary looked aside, but otherwise she was able to maintain her composure. "I had the impression he was a friend of yours," she said; adding, hastily, "and your husband's." "Oh yes," said the caller, absently. "He is, certainly. A man's reputation for a little gaiety oughtn't to make a great difference to married people, of course. It's where young girls are in question.
Her father was the son of the pious Baron de Ribaumont, the patron of your husband, and of myself in earlier days. 'Ah! exclaimed Noemi, startled. 'Then the poor young mother is she can she be the lost Demoiselle de Nid de Merle? 'Is the thing known here? The will of Heaven be done; but she can send to her husband's kindred in England.
It passes my understanding; I know not what to think." Lady Frances raised her eyes for a moment to her husband's face, and then asked quietly: "Hast thou ever thought whether some secret love may be the cause of all?" The knight started and looked full at his wife. "I have indeed thought some such thing, but I can scarce believe that such is the case with our Kate."
All women, when expecting somebody, are Marseilles poets, if, indeed, we may compare the vulgar throes of hunger to the sublime Canticle of canticles of a pious wife, who is hoping for the joys of a husband's first glance after a three months' absence.
During a visit to Africa I was struck by lightning, and for ten days my sufferings were almost unendurable; every nerve seemed electrocuted. It was long before I quite recovered. Whilst this illness lasted, though it caused him no inconvenience and he led his life exactly as usual, I yet noticed a change in my husband's love.
"And you will see a countryman of yours," said the widow; "his name is count Rossilion, who has done worthy service in the duke's wars." Helena wanted no second invitation, when she found Bertram was to make part of the show. She accompanied her hostess; and a sad and mournful pleasure it was to her to look once more upon her dear husband's face. "Is he not a handsome man?" said the widow.
Domini listened to him no more. She was praying for the living as she had never prayed before, and her prayer was the prelude not to patience but to action. It was as if her conversation with Count Anteoni had set a torch to something in her soul, something that gave out a great flame, a flame that could surely burn up the sorrow, the fear, the secret torture in her husband's soul.
Had she been earnest in her desire to please her lord and master in this matter of Colonel Osborne's visits, to please him even after he had so vacillated in his own behests, she might probably have so received the man as to have quelled all feeling of jealousy in her husband's bosom.
There is no place in the world like it, for it is not the chamber of death, but rather that of resurrection. "Violet," calls her husband. She turns to run down the stairs. It is a trifle dark, and how it happens she cannot tell, but she lands on the floor almost at her husband's feet, and one sharp little cry is all.
"Do you think that I would say a word against it, even though the marriage were to be postponed?" "I should; a good many words. But I will be back in time for that, and will bring the boy with me." Mrs. Trevelyan, when her husband's letter was read to her, was almost overcome by the feelings which it excited.
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