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Then she locked the door and sat down under the silver poplar to wait for Gilbert, feeling very tired but still unweariedly thinking "long, long thoughts." "What are you thinking of, Anne?" asked Gilbert, coming down the walk. He had left his horse and buggy out at the road. "Of Miss Lavendar and Mr. Irving," answered Anne dreamily.
My business is to admonish you: Leave there thy gift before the altar, and go thy way. First, be reconciled to thy brother, and then come and offer thy gift." Samuel Wright cleared his throat. "I cannot, Dr. Lavendar, discuss this matter with you. I must be my own judge." "I have heard that a man might be his own lawyer," said Dr. Lavendar, smiling; "but you can't be your own judge.
He ought to be thrashed!" Dr. Lavendar drew a quick breath and let his pipe-hand fall heavily on the table beside him. "No, William, no; not thrashed. Not thrashed, William." "Well, I don't know," the doctor said, doggedly; "it might do him good; a squirt of a boy!" Dr. Lavendar sighed.
It's hardly begun, and I fear the lady in question will arouse attention whatever she wears." "Would she be called attractive?" asked Mrs. de Tracy with surprise. "Oh, yes, without a doubt!" "In gentlemen's eyes, I suppose you mean?" said Miss Smeardon. "Yes, in gentlemen's eyes," answered Lavendar, firmly. "Those of women are apparently furnished with different lenses.
Here, let's look in this window." Oh, how many windows there were, and all of them full of beautiful things! Dr. Lavendar was willing to stop at every one; and he joined in David's game of "mine," with the seriousness that all thoughtful persons give to this diversion. "That's mine!" David would cry, pointing to a green china toad behind the plate glass; and Dr. Lavendar would say gravely,
Charlotta, who would probably have obeyed if Miss Lavendar had told her to stand on her head, climbed upon the stone bench and laughed loud and heartily. Back came the echoes, as if a host of pixy people were mimicking her laughter in the purple woodlands and along the fir-fringed points. "People always admire my echoes very much," said Miss Lavendar, as if the echoes were her personal property.
King think you are not to be trusted?" said Dr. Lavendar. "Because," she said, gathering up all her courage, "he thinks that I that David ought to be brought up by some one more more religious, I suppose, than I am. I know I'm not very religious. Not as good as everybody in Old Chester; but I will bring him up just as you want me to! Any way at all you want me to.
She rose, and began to feel about for her cloak that had fallen across the arm of her chair. But she was half blind with weeping, and Dr. Lavendar found it for her and gently put it over her shoulders. "I will go away," she said, "but I may see him again, mayn't I? Just once more, to say good-by to him." "Yes," he said. "I'll send his little things down to you to-morrow, Dr. Lavendar.
"Doctor Lavendar, these two people didn't own me, even when a pack of fools believed " He choked over what the fools believed. "They let them think that of Aunt Lydia! As for this this lady being my 'mother' What's 'mother' but a word? Aunt Lydia may not be my mother, but I am her son. Yes yes I am." "You are," Doctor Lavendar agreed. John turned and looked at his father.
"He says he made a mistake in advising you to give David to me. He thinks " she caught her breath with a gasp; "I am not to be trusted to to bring him up." She trembled with relief; the worst was over. She had kept her promise, to the letter. Now she would begin to fight for her child: "You will let me have him? You will! Please say you will, Dr. Lavendar!" "Why does Dr.
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