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There was a quick flush on the face of Miss Dora, and a flash in her blue eyes, and she reached out her hand toward her muff which lay on the table beside her, but she changed her purpose and drew back her hand. The doctor looked at her with a smile. "You were just on the point of jumping up and leaving the room without a word, weren't you?"
"Nice ole lady, loved little gee-urls; but what you s'pose folks was goin' to cry into now?" Tears started at the thought. One of them dropped into the eye of the squirrel, who sat on the muff, peeping up into her face. "Nice ole lady, I s'pose; but folks never wanted to buy my hangerfisses byfore!" thought Fly, much puzzled by the state of society in New York.
Trimmer was no less surprised. "Trimmer, you can leave us," cried Mary, whose eyes were glistening with an unusual light. There was a red patch in her cheeks, the lips were hard set, and her hands were working nervously in her muff. "I wish to speak to my father privately." "If Mr. Herresford wishes " "I wish it. Please leave us!" "Don't go!
His mistress snatched at his collar and dragged him forth, and at his heels followed an infuriated tom cat, which, with its tail as thick as a muff, went like a streak through the confusion, and was lost in the dark ruin of the chimney. Mrs. Alexander stayed for no explanations: she extricated herself from the tinker party, and, filled with a righteous wrath, went forth to look for her son.
Carlyle; he appeared of a far more gentlemanly nature than Tom Herbert. "You'll have one too, Carlyle," said Herbert, holding out his cigar-case. "Oh, I forgot you are a muff; don't smoke one twice a year. I say how's Lady Isabel?" "Very ill still." "By Jove! Is she, though? Tell her I am sorry to hear it, will you, Carlyle? But I say!
"Yis; and the Angel we owe her a lot, too," said Freckles. "I owe her me life and honor. It's lying awake nights I'll have to be trying to think how I'm ever to pay her up." "Well, begin with the muff," suggested McLean. "That should be fine." He bent down and ruffled the rich fur of the otter lying at his feet. "I don't exactly see how it comes to be in such splendid fur in summer.
As I may leave for Rio de Janeiro at any time, it would be well for things to be in working order before I go." So it was settled, and as she departed he opened the door for her and held out his hand. But once more the little black muff came into play, and Diane walked out as she had come in, with no other salutation than a dignified inclination of the head.
No house; no carriage; furnished apartments are inconvenient; I must borrow a coach, horses, and a coachman, in order to at least arrive at Lucon with a decent turn-out." He purchased second-hand the velvet bed of one Madame de Marconnay, his aunt; he made for himself a muff out of a portion of his uncle the Commander's martenskins. Silver-plate he was very much concerned about.
She settled her chin again, tucked her hands away in the squirrel muff and went quickly toward the door. He followed. "Let me putt Daasy in t' trap, Miss Cartaret, and drive yo' home." "I wouldn't think of it. Thank you all the same." She was in the kitchen now, on the outer threshold. He followed her there. "Miss Cartaret " She turned. "Well?" His face was flushed to the eyes.
She was standing beside a table in the drawing-room: her left hand rested upon it, her eyes were fixed absently upon the muff which she carried in her right hand. Angela asked her to sit down. But Elizabeth did not seem to hear. She began to speak with a nervous tremor in her voice which made Angela feel nervous, too. "I have heard a strange thing," she said.
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