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Thereupon Jenny, placing the towel on a linen-horse, took the handle of the pump with both hands and pumped over my head as handmaid had never pumped before; so that the water poured in torrents from my head, my face, and my hair down upon the brick floor. And, after the lapse of somewhat more than a minute, I called out with a half-strangled voice, 'Hold, Jenny! and Jenny desisted.
Lind's American Tour. Extraordinary Enthusiasm in America. Her Lavish Generosity. She marries Herr Otto Goldschmidt. Present Life of Retirement in London. Jenny Lind as a Public Benefactor. It was not that the "Swedish Nightingale" was supremely great in any chief quality of the lyric artist.
Miss Jenny might have had suitors, had her encouragement been more liberal: where is the maiden of fortune who might not? But she had no admirers, though there was not a more popular woman in Westbourne. Time out of mind she was known to have a good advice and a helping-hand for all who required either.
To her grief and anger, she discovered them sitting together engaged in earnest conversation. "Now, Mark Clifford!" she exclaimed as she advanced, "this is too bad! And Jenny, you weak and foolish girl! are you madly bent on seeking the fowler's snare? Child! child! is it thus you repay me for my love and care over you!"
Peter stared and blinked and stared again, then slowly shook his head. "No," he confessed, "I don't." "That shows you haven't learned to use your eyes, Peter," said Jenny rather sharply. "Look at the outside feathers of his tail; they are all white. Downy's outside tail feathers have little bars of black.
Their love was vowed to silence and absence, and in Theophil's life it must be more and more of a starlit background. So the weeks went by, and the marriage of Theophil and Jenny was now finally fixed for the 12th of February. On second thoughts, as their love grew serene once more, they had decided not to anticipate that date, for old Mrs.
What was there to be said? The five girls looked at Miss Jenny Ann, who appealed to Mrs. Curtis. "I am willing to make any reparation I can," added Flora. "You can do anything you like to me, I'm so glad you are safe." Still no one spoke. "Grandfather?" Flora turned appealingly to the old admiral, who seemed white and shaken. He was plainly suffering more than was his granddaughter.
None of the village remembered the time when Miss Jenny was young not but that there were older ladies in the community, and few who wore their years so well but a matronly staidnees and industry, a solidity of manner and appearance, had grown so early on the lady, that she had no youth, and scarcely any childhood, in the recollection of her neighbours, and she was now on the shady side of thirty.
So the day after the New Zealand letters came, just as the historical reading and needlework were in full force, the schoolroom door was opened, and a brisk little figure stood there in sealskin coat and hat. Up jumped mamma. 'Oh! Jenny! Brownie indeed! How did you come? You didn't walk from the station? 'Yes, why not?
A soul full of healthy and noble sentiment left no room for sentimentalism. Was Jenny June a genius? Well, if a boundless capacity for good original work is genius, then she was a genius. Magnanimity was a marked trait in her character. Envy or jealousy of the gifts of another were foreign to her. Love of nature, and especially of fine trees, was one of her most noticeable characteristics.
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