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Ida noticed that both the maids looked bored and discontented, and that the "parlour maid," a mere bit of a girl, appeared to be tired out. Mr.
At last he said, with an affectation of casualness: "Father been pretty well of late, my dear?" Ida hesitated for a moment. She could not bring herself to tell even Mr. Wordley of her father's painful habit of walking in his sleep. "Yes," she said, "fairly well. Sometimes he is rather restless and irritable as if he were worried. Has he anything to worry him, Mr.
Ida voiced the opinion of a good part of the congregation, when she said, on the way home after the service, "Poor Canon Farlow! It is too terrible. The excitement of the wedding must have unhinged his mind." But her new husband, Mr.
But then perceiving that something was the matter with her word, Susan sat and looked at it, till at last, perceiving that her u and o had changed places, she tried putting a top to the u, and made it like an a; while the filling up the o made it become a blot, such as caught Bessie's eye. "O Susie, you won't send such a thing as that up to Ida?"
Cuthbert had wrought miracles, with the Ferne Isles where he lived, prayed, and died, and the proud rock on which King Ida reigned. They seemed to sleep in the morning sunbeams smiling in sleep. To the north was gigantic St.
"Miss Ida," said a voice that made her start and crimson in spite of herself, "may I come out and talk with you a little while?" and she saw that Van Berg was speaking to her through the window blinds of one of the private parlors. "Yes," she said hesitatingly, "if you think it is best."
The artist found himself bowing to the "spiritless wretch" with a politeness that was by no means assumed, and from the natural and almost cordial manner in which Mr. Mayhew returned his salutation, he was very glad to believe that Ida had not told him the deeper and darker secrets of her experience during the past week.
Don't you think it would be better to sit down quietly and rest a while? Maybe you'd better stay with us overnight." "Oh, Ira!" gasped his wife. "I wouldn't scurce dare have her stay. She she's out of her head. She might do something." "I'll do something fast enough!" cried Ida May, stamping her foot. "I'll do something to that hussy!"
Nothing daunted by her haughty refusal, Raymond arose, and standing proudly before the indignant lady said, "Ida Carrington, however much dislike you may pretend to feel for me I do not believe it. I know I am not wholly disagreeable to you, and were I possessed of thousands, you would gladly seize the golden bait. I do not ask you to love me, for it is not in your nature to love anything.
"I'm Ida May Bostwick. You know I am!" wailed the visitor. "Why why, you must remember me, Tunis Latham. Don't you call her by my name. I won't stand it." "Mad as a hatter! Mad as a hatter!" muttered Cap'n Ira to Prudence. "There's something the matter with her, is there?" proceeded Tunis thoughtfully, eying the claimant as though she was indeed an utter stranger. "How did she get here?
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