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Very nice, and very grateful. I'm obliged to you Maria, I have cause to be." "It was the baker who told me, sister." "The baker? Hunt, the baker. And pray what had he to tell?" "Well, you know, he delivers bread at the Meadowsweets." "I neither know nor care." "And at the Manor. He takes bread every day to the Manor, Martha." "H m only his seconds, I should say.

Perhaps none so good. Is the model as pretty as ever?" Young Harry raved of the vision that Joan had presented among the meadowsweets. "Well, I suppose he wouldn't mind her knowing where he lives; but he's such a queer devil that I'll write and ask him first. We shall hear in a couple of days; I can tell him her address, at any rate; then he may write direct to her, if he cares to."

He laughed at the trouble he had taken to print it all, and pondered pleasantly on the picture which Murdoch had drawn of Joan ruling the kingdom of the meadowsweets, of her eager question concerning "Mister Jan." "Strange," he reflected, "that her mediocre intelligence should have clung to a man so outwardly mean as myself.

Uncle Chirgwin had set his niece a task, and the object of her present visit was no mere dawdling and thinking while perched upon the granite throne above the meadowsweets. This fact a basket and a three-pronged fork indicated. Her uncle deemed himself an authority on simples and possessed much information, mostly erroneous, concerning the properties of wild herbs and flowers.

To the last she is crowned with flowers, and the meadowsweets and violets that decked her cradle give place to sea poppies, sea hollies, and stones encrusted with lichens of red gold, where Bride flows to one great pool, sinks into the sand and glides unseen to her lover. "They're coming!" said one of the crowd; but it was a false alarm.

"It was a few days after her visit to the Meadowsweets that Mrs. Bertram had been taken ill. She soon became quite well again, and then rather astonished Catherine by telling her that she had herself seen Beatrice Meadowsweet; that she had found her daughter's judgment with regard to her to be apparently correct, and that, in consequence, she did not object to Beatrice visiting at the Manor.

Dedn' I tell 'e, wummon, 'tweern't so? The devil took her body an' bones an' unborn baaby. They say she was found by the meadowsweets; an' I say 'tis false. You may groan an' you may weep blood, but you caan't chaange the things that have happened in time past no; nor more can God A'mighty." His wife looked to see how Joe viewed this statement. Mrs.

Flags and cresses framed the margins; meadowsweets made the air fragrant above, and granite bowlders fretted the waters silver, their foundations hidden in dark water-weed. Sunshine danced on every tiny cascade and threw stars and twinkling flashes of light upward from the brown pools upon the banks.

Catherine took Mabel's hand unnoticed by their mother and squeezed it, and Mrs. Bertram, who was not wholly devoid of tact, thought it wisest to let the conversation drop. The next day the Rector called, and Mrs. Bertram asked him, in an incidental way what kind of people the Meadowsweets were. "Excellent people," he replied, rubbing his hands softly together. "Excellent, worthy, honorable.

But before starting on her search, the girl rested a while where the serrated foliage and creamy blossom of the meadowsweets laced and fringed the granite of her couch; and, as she sat there, her eye taking in the happy valley, her brain reading into the luxuriant life of nature, some strange new thoughts hidden until lately, she became suddenly conscious of a phenomenon beyond her power to immediately explain or understand It drove the hemp agrimony quite out of her head, and, when the mystery came to be explained, filled Joan's mind with the memory of her own sad affairs.