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Nevertheless the Achaeans, mindful of their prowess, bore straight down upon them. Meriones then killed a helmed warrior of the Trojans, Laogonus son of Onetor, who was priest of Jove of Mt. Ida, and was honoured by the people as though he were a god. Meriones struck him under the jaw and ear, so that life went out of him and the darkness of death laid hold upon him.
No one and every one were of course Beale and Ida, the extent of whose power to be nasty was a thing that, to a little girl, Mrs. Beale simply couldn't give chapter and verse for.
If so, then it is I who love alas! poor me!" He drew her to him and looked into her eyes with a passionate intensity. "It's not true," he said, almost fiercely. "For God's sake don't say such things. They they hurt, and hurt badly; they leave a bitter taste in the mouth, a nasty pang behind. And if it were true but it isn't, Ida! it is I who love. Good Lord! don't you know how beautiful you are?
Clifton, "and I will come too, sometimes." "Thank you." They left the prison behind them, and returned home. There was a visitor awaiting them. "Mr. Somerville is in the drawing room," said the servant. "He said he would wait till you came in." Mrs. Clifton's face flushed. "I will go down and see him," she said. "Ida, you will remain here."
"I don't know anything to indicate that she is otherwise," said Mrs. Harding. "And, by the way, Ida, she is going to take you on a little excursion to-morrow." "She going to take me!" exclaimed Ida. "Why, where are we going?" "On a little pleasure trip; and perhaps she may introduce you to a pleasant lady, who has already become interested in you, from what she has told her."
'Well, Bess, if I am to marry either of your cousins, it must be the rich one, said Ida, decisively. 'Oh, Ida, how can you say so? You can't know which you will like best. 'My likes and dislikes have nothing to do with it. I am going to marry for money. Miss Rylance had brought her desk to that end of the table where the two girls were sitting, during the latter part of the conversation.
Ida looked, but her tears were falling much too fast for her to have a clear view of anything, and the torn edges of the rent seemed fringed with prismatic colours. To crown all she was sent to bed.
'He has not seen me for two years and a half, said Ida, thinking that fatherly affection ought to count for something under such circumstances. 'Yes, it's only two years and a half, sighed Mrs. Palliser, 'and you were to have stayed at Mauleverer Manor three years. Miss Pew is a wicked old woman to cheat your father out of six months' board and tuition.
Woodstock would have found a difficulty in accompanying her. Ida knew exactly the nature of the task she had taken in hand, and found it easier than it would have been to the ordinary young lady. She jotted down the names of some twenty little girls, selecting such as were between the ages of eight and twelve, and obtained promises that all should be ready at a fixed hour next Saturday.
Where is he? The nearest one comes to him is the pop-eyed man at the door. Once in a while Ida hollers “For Gawd's sake, girls, work faster!” Now that doesn't inspire to increased production for long. There stands Tessie across the table from me—peasant Tessie from near München, with her sweet face and white turned-up cap.
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