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But if, as might happen, there were some discrepancies, to admit the truth, to be frank and say like a man: "Well, I have looked into my accounts. I find this wrong and this wrong. But, with God's grace, I will rectify this and this. I will set right my accounts." LILY, the caretaker's daughter, was literally run off her feet.
Those he did not want the riffraff of the ship-yard and the loungers about the taverns he told politely to stay away; and as the land was Government property and his will supreme, he was obeyed. Little Ellen had been the first guest, and by special invitation. "All ready, Miss Jane, for you and the doctor and the Pond Lily; bring her down any time.
Miss Lily looked carefully over her ground; Harry Gaynor was gay and delightful, but one couldn't be quite sure he was not flirting. And though Mr. Weir had plenty of money, there was a large family of brothers and sisters, and they lived on an extensive plantation miles away from any considerable town. There was a Mr.
No more was said on the subject, and Lily was very grateful to Eleanor for making no inquiries, which she could not have answered without blaming Emily. Sight-seeing prospered very well under Claude's guidance, and Lily's wonder and delight was a constant source of amusement to her friends. Her shopping was more of a care than a pleasure, for, in spite of the handsome equipments which Mr.
By this time Lily knew very well that Amelia admired her, and imitated her as successfully as possible, considering the drawback of dress and looks. When she had finished Amelia was quite pale. "I am afraid, I am afraid, Lily," said she. "What of?" "My mother will find out; besides, I am afraid it isn't right." "Who ever told you it was wrong?" "Nobody ever did," admitted Amelia.
I am never going to marry George Ramsey." Lily sobbed. "I should think you would be ashamed of yourself. I should think any girl would, acting so," said Maria. Her voice was a mere whisper, but it was cruel. She felt that she hated Lily. Then she realized how icy cold the girl was and how she trembled from head to feet in a nervous chill. "You'll catch your death," she said.
Here and there, on the surface, floated, blushing like a strawberry, the scarlet heart of a lily set in a ring of white petals.
"And here is a posy of meanings culled from Saint Eucher, who compares the whiteness of the lily to the purity of the angels; from Saint Gregory the Great, who says its fragrance is like the works of the saints; and again from Raban Maur, who speaks of the lily as emblematic of celestial beatitude, of the beauty of holiness, of the Church, of perfection, of chastity in the flesh."
In Gerty Farish's sitting-room, whither a hansom had carried the two friends, Lily dropped into a chair with a faint sound of laughter: it struck her as a humorous coincidence that her aunt's legacy should so nearly represent the amount of her debt to Trenor.
Robert owns that he should not have said such things if he did not wish them to be repeated. 'Does he? cried Lily. 'How exactly like Robert that is, to own himself in fault when he is obliged to blame others. Jane, how could you hear him say such things and not be overcome with shame? And then to turn it against him! Oh, Jane, I do not think I can talk to you any more.
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