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"Well, I don't think making scenes ever changes anybody," she grumbled. "I think a little jolly persuasion goes twice as far, myself." "'A little jolly persuasion!" Her mother turned the echo of this phrase into an ironic lament. "Yes, there was a time when I thought that, too! It didn't work; that's all." "Perhaps you left the 'jolly' part of it out, mama."
Mama! Then would my parents come bounding up the stairs, and comfort me, and kiss me, and assure me it was nothing. And nothing it was while they were there, but no sooner had they gone than the ghostly riot recommenced. Several things tended at this time to alienate my conscience from the line which my Father had so rigidly traced for it.
It turned, at first, on Florence's books and favourite pursuits, and on the manner in which she had beguiled the interval since the marriage. The last theme opened up to her a subject which lay very near her heart, and she said, with the tears starting to her eyes: 'Oh, Mama! I have had a great sorrow since that day. 'You a great sorrow, Florence! 'Yes. Poor Walter is drowned.
I trembled without distinctly knowing why, and still looked at her earnestly, making no attempt to answer. 'Because, said she, 'I grieve to tell you that I hear this morning your mama is very ill. A mist rose between Mrs. Creakle and me, and her figure seemed to move in it for an instant. Then I felt the burning tears run down my face, and it was steady again.
He told Nesta not to disturb her mother, and murmured of a headache: 'Though, upon my word, the best cure for mama would be a look into Fredi's eyes! he said, embracing his girl, quite believing in her, just a little afraid of her. Pleasant things, that come to us too late for our savour of the sweetness in them, toll ominously of life on the last walk to its end.
Should Dorothy throw a mat from the porch over its cage! No, the door was opened, the bird was out, and it was actually flying at Dorothy! "Mama! Mama!" it yelled. "Come quick! Come quick!" Snatching up a stick, Dorothy made an attempt to strike the green thing as it flapped toward her. But she could not hit it! And if she turned to run it would likely settle its claws into her head.
After we went home, she came to me crying, and said, "Mama, Annie is blind. Mama, Annie can't see anything. Mama, Annie can't even see her mama!" "Can't Jesus make Annie see her mama?" Ruth asked. "Yes, Jesus can do anything," Mother told her. "I'll never quit praying till Jesus makes Annie see her Mama," she said.
It was Imogen who broke the silence. Standing beside her mother she had felt the shock of a curious fulfilment go through her, as if she had almost expected to hear what she now heard. She mastered her voice to ask: "We must demand your reasons for this this very strange attitude, mama." Her mother did not raise her eyes.
But they don't call her that. Some people call her Mrs. Rector, some mama, and Uncle Philip says Maxa to her and Leonore calls her Aunt Maxa." "Is your father the rector of Nolla?" the gentleman asked. "He has been in heaven a long while, and he was in heaven before we came here, but mama wanted to come back to Nolla because this was her home.
In short, the Olive of two years ago was not much like the Olive of to-day, and in what her character had changed, I leave you to find out for yourself. She stood there, looking out, and something pleasing, evidently, caught her eye, for it brightened suddenly, then in a moment a look of regret chased the smile from her face. "What is it, dear?" inquired Mrs. Dering. "What, mama?"
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