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They are the fingers of a child, who ought to be petted." Then the men came in from the dining-room. Lavender looked round to see where Sheila was perhaps with a trifle of disappointment that she was not the most prominent figure there. Had he expected to find all the women surrounding her and admiring her, and all the men going up to pay court to her?
Incredulously, I thought of my acquaintance of the Lavender Arms, with his bemused expression and his magnificent brow; and a great doubt and wonder grew up in my mind. I became increasingly impatient for the return of Paul Harley.
He does not reflect that her parents have had the experience of years in taking care of her, while he would be a mere novice at the business. The pleasure with which he regards the prospect of being constantly with her he transfers to her, and she seems to demand it of him as a duty that he should confer upon her this new happiness. Lavender met Sheila in the evening, and he was yet undecided.
In the chest of drawers at the end of the hall. An odor of cloves came up spicily into the air as Marise opened the drawer. How like Cousin Hetty to have that instead of the faded, sentimental lavender. She had perhaps put those towels away there last night, with her busy, shaking old hands, so still now.
Nobody must know that I am engaged to both of you." Betsy Lavender said: "He can only marry with my consent Mary Potter has nothing to do with it." Martha then came towards him smiling, and said: "I will not send back your saddle-girth see, I am wearing it as a belt!"
The lad was silent for some time, and then he said, rather timidly, "Do you think, Lavender, she knows how sorry you are?" "If she did, what good would that do?" said the other. "Women are awfully forgiving, you know," Johnny said in a hesitating fashion. "I I don't think it is quite fair not to give her a chance a chance of of being generous, you know.
They went into another room, and then Sheila, with a sudden shiver, remembered that soon her husband would be coming, and might meet her and her father there. "You have sent for Mr. Lavender?" she said calmly to Mrs. Paterson. "No, ma'am," Paterson said with more than her ordinary gravity and formality: "I did not know where to send for him. He left London some days ago.
A lavender foam broke its bubbles against the drifting raft and a tepid, invisible vapor, like a moist breath, exhaled from the ensanguined surface. Schools of fish, struggling and leaping, filled the space immediately above the water, and cumbered the raft with a writhing mass.
Mary Potter had not mingled much in the society of Kennett, and did not know that this imitation of good Miss Betsy was a very common thing, and had long ceased to mean any harm. It annoyed her, and she felt it her duty to say a word for her friend. "There is not a better or kinder-hearted woman in the county," she said, "than just Betsy Lavender.
She had taken the chair which Judge Wilton had occupied an hour before, and was leaning one elbow on an arm of it, her chin resting in the cup of her hand. Her dress a filmy lavender so light that it shaded almost to pink, and magically made to bring out the grace of her figure drew his attention to the slight sag of her shoulders, suggestive of great weariness.
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