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Small blame to her. He excused her to Lady Carmine, Lady Swanage, Lady Blachington, Mrs. Fanning, Sir Abraham Quatley, Mr. It was her sunshine departed. But she went through her task of conversing amiably.
"For our whole party, it will make four or five pounds," said Mrs. Holiday. "Well," said Mr. Holiday, "I am travelling to recover my health, and every thing must give way to that. If I can only get well, I can earn money fast enough, when I go home, to replace what we expend. The only question is, Which way will be the pleasantest and the most comfortable?" "Then," said Mrs.
Mrs. Strangeways merely smiled. After a brief pause, Sibyl looked at her watch, and rose. 'I have an engagement. And pray don't trouble to come again unless you have really something to come for. I can't pretend to have any taste for this kind of conversation.
I know you wish me to accept him, and that you think me very unwise, very short-sighted; but it is a question which I have settled after consulting my conscience and my heart." "And you give me your word of honor that you love no other gentleman better than Gordon?" "Yes, Mrs. Murray, I assure you that I do not."
We have become acquainted with the family, and Mrs. , the married daughter, has lent us a written statement of her experiences with a ghost, who has haunted the Villa Columbaria for many years back.
She yielded herself to no one, was touched by no one. She stood apart, and through her cold, light ways spoke the world and the spirit that deny the world at which the Catholic shudders. At the same time, like everybody else in the house even the sulky housekeeper she grew pale and thin from Lenten fare. Mr. Helbeck had of course given orders to Mrs.
She had grasped the prize, and heated her imagination in regarding it; had overcome natural reluctances, objections personal and moral; was ready to sit down and write to Mrs. Frothingham the splendid, startling announcement. And here she idled in her bedroom, desolate, hopeless, wishing she had courage to steal down at night to the waters of the Bodensee, and end it all.
"H-u-m," reflected Harleston; and his glance sought Mrs. Spencer's and held it. "Where is Mrs. Clephane now?" he demanded. For just an instant her eyes narrowed and grew very dark. Then suddenly she laughed lightly, with just a suggestion of mockery in the tones. "Mrs. Clephane is yonder!" said she. Harleston turned quickly. Mrs. Clephane was coming down the corridor.
She was an active, busy, ambitious woman, one of the sort for whom nothing is ever finished enough, or perfect enough, without a few touches, and dashes, and emendations; and, as such people always make a mighty affair of education, Mrs. Grey had made it a life's enterprise to order, adjust, and settle the character of her daughters; and when we use the word character, as Mrs.
As for the baby a pretty big one now, by the way, and as handsome a boy as you'll find in all this city he's worth something to somebody, and I'm on that somebody's track. There's mother as well as a grandmother in the case, Fan." Mrs. Bray's eyes flashed, and her face grew red with an excitement she could not hold back. Pinky watched her keenly.
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