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Parker, who had been standing upon one foot and pawing like a restless horse with the other, shifted his position. "No-o," he drawled. "I I don't know's I do." Thankful was disturbed. "I'm sorry you said anything yet awhile, Imogene," she said. "My plans about Jedediah are hardly made yet. I do hate to make you lose your place, Kenelm.

There was also her sister, a girl not older than Endymion, the very image of Mrs. Rodney, except that she was a brunette a brilliant brunette. This sister bore the romantic name of Imogene, for which she was indebted to her father performing the part of the husband of the heroine in Maturin's tragedy of the "Castle of St.

He had the gift of knowing how not to take an advantage with women; that sense of unconstraint in them fought in his favour; when Effie dropped her head wearily against his arm, her mother even laughed in sending her off to bed; she had hitherto been serious. Imogene said she would go to see her tucked in, and that sent the clergyman to say good-night to Mrs.

Give Hannah credit; she won't abandon the ship while there's a plank above water. Just watch and see." Thankful looked doubtful. "Well, maybe so," she said. "Maybe she will be nice to her brother, but how about the rest of us? She wouldn't speak to me last night, nor to Emily and as for Imogene!" "Yes, I know. But wait until she sees you, or Imogene either, next time. She'll be smooth as a smelt.

He was all tucked up with sofa pillows, and made very comfortable, by the child, no doubt. She slipped out, seeing him awake, so as to leave him and Imogene alone, as she had apparently been generally instructed to do, and Imogene came forward. "What is the matter, Theodore?" she asked patiently. She had taken to calling him Theodore when they were alone.

"And I wouldn't even shake hands with him when he was going; I " "Oh, I don't see how you could be so hard!" cried Imogene. She put up her hands to her face, and broke into tears. Mrs. Bowen watched her, dry eyed, with her lips parted, and an intensity of question in her face. "Imogene," she said at last, "I wish you to promise me one thing." "Yes." "Not to write to Mr. Colville again."

"But you might meet a person of the refinement you require," said Endymion, "with a moderate and yet a sufficient income, who would not be unworthy of you." "I doubt it," said Imogene.

Mignon, in whom you may place implicit trust, has promised me to bear you this sign of my love. Oh, I love you, Imogene! I love you more even than this bird can the beautiful sky! Kiss the dove a thousand times, that I may steal the kisses again from his neck, and catch, even at this distance, your fragrant breath. My beloved, I am planning your freedom and our happiness.

"Aren't they?" cried Mr. Bingle, pleased. "I don't mean the Ahem! They certainly are, Mr. Bingle. I expect this to be the most beautiful Christmas Eve in all my life, sir. I shall never be able to thank you for " "Tush, tush! Now come along. I want to introduce you to the young ladies and gentlemen. Imogene, my dear, this is Mr. Flanders.

"You see, Hannah," continued Imogene "I suppose I might as well begin to call you 'Hannah, seein' as we're goin' to be relations pretty soon you see, he's engaged to me now and he'll do what I ask him to, of course." "Engaged! He ain't engaged! I'll fix the 'engagement. That'll be broke off this very minute." And now Imogene played her best trump.