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Down the cleared street came the galloping horses with the fire-engines, the men clinging to them wearing dark-blue uniforms with red bindings, big brass helmets, which gleamed in the sunshine, and hatchets in their belts. It happened that the fire was very near where our friends were standing, so at the eager solicitations of the two boys, Mrs. Pitt consented to follow on and watch operations.
"He couldn't be better if he tried! Will you have sweet milk, or buttermilk?" "Buttermilk, if you please," said Mr Brandon. "Of course your aunt was delighted to have you with her again." "Oh," said Mrs Null, with a laugh, "she was not at home when I arrived, but when she returned nothing could be too good for me.
Pauline promised her co-operation, though indeed her heart sank at the prospect of seeing her merry little friend Effie day after day as close as the opposite fence and never as much as exchanging chocolates with her. "When is he coming?" she said heavily. "To-morrow," said Mrs.
She told him a great deal; she told him that the present owner of the Abbey never had been liked, and never would be liked: for his stern and gloomy manner was so unlike his father's easy, affable good-nature, that people were always drawing comparisons between the dead man and the living. This, in a few words, is the substance of what the worthy woman said in a good many words. Mrs.
Marjory was very sensitive to the pain of others; her heart went out at once to any one who was suffering; no matter who or where, she felt she must try to help them. As she lay thinking about the stranger, a sudden light flashed across her brain. What if he were Mrs. Shaw's husband? He might have come just to see the place his wife lived in and the sort of people she worked for.
Parker, "why don't you get a wife? There's no company for a young man like a good wife. Here's Miss Ormiston; I don't think you could do better." Think of the delicate wound of these young people being thus openly probed in broad moonlight in the presence of so many people! What could Mrs. Parker be thinking of?
Yet she knew that Mrs. Duffer knew that she had intercepted the young man. Mrs. Duffer took it all in good part, knowing very well how necessary it is that a young woman should fight her own battle strenuously. In the mean time Marion Fay and George Roden were good friends. "He is engaged; I must not say to whom," Mrs. Roden had said to her young friend.
That's a plain question, or the deuce is in it." "And what should I do with you?" "Why, be Mrs. Biffin, of course." "Ha! ha! ha! And it has come to that, has it? What was it you said to Dr. O'Shaughnessey when we were off Point de Galle?" "Well, what did I say?" "I know what you said well enough. And so do you, too. If I served you right, I should never speak to you again."
Not a light from the village below pierced the mist, and the lonely army of tall cedars on the black hill back of the house was hidden completely. "Who's there?" Mrs. Brenner hailed. But her voice fell flat and muffled. Far off on the beach she could dimly hear the long wail of a fog-horn. The faint throb of hope stilled in her breast.
"Oh, a few handbills to be scattered around: 'Buy Every Other Week, 'Look out for the next number of "Every Other Week," 'Every Other Week at all the news-stands. Well, I'll talk it over with Mrs. March. I suppose there's no great hurry." March told his wife of the idyllic mood in which he had left Fulkerson at the widow's door, and she said he must be in love. "Why, of course!
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