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Sad, isn't it?" said Octavia, with a look of despair, which caused a fresh peal of laughter. "One apiece, my dear, it might be worse." And Rose privately decided to appropriate Sir Jasper. "Where is your cousin?" asked Blanche, with a sigh of sentimental interest. "He is here, of course. I forget him, but he is not on the flirting list, you know.
Yet, if thou art once married to him, he is bound to protect thee. Thou wilt surely be safe." "But thou and Hermione and Marcus?" "God is all-powerful. We are in his hands." There came the messenger from the Lady Octavia bearing a pearl anklet as a wedding gift to Virgilia with many greetings and good wishes.
"You must call her Tavia," insisted Dorothy, getting away from Ned, "or if you prefer you may call her Octavia she has a birthday within the octave of Christmas." "Should have been called Yule, for yule-tide," said Nat. "Not too late yet, is it Tavia?" Mrs. White was smiling at the good times "her children" had already made for themselves.
Quiet and unassuming, she won the gratitude of many, and made no one her enemy. Even Octavia was unable to hate her. To those who envied her she seemed exceedingly harmless. It was known that she continued to love Nero with a sad and pained love, which lived not in hope, but only in memories of the time in which that Nero was not only younger and loving, but better.
All I know is that after she was dead and the Major brought Miss Octavia home " "Did you see Maman? Did you?" Felicia could hardly breath, "Did you see Octavia wasn't she sweet? Wasn't she darling didn't you love her, love, love her?" "Too high-stepping!" sniffed the old woman, "Whole lot of 'em was too high-stepping for me never liked any of 'em "
In the first place, you know, they haven't any; and, in the second, I am under the impression that Lady Beauchamp their mamma, you know wouldn't permit it if they had." "Wouldn't permit it!" said Octavia. "I suppose they always do as she tells them?" He smiled a little. "They would be very courageous young women if they didn't," he remarked. "What would she do if they tried it?" she inquired.
A few heartsease gathered by the devoted Octavia Dean, neatly tied with a black thread and regularly left in the inkstand cavity of Rupert's desk, were still lying on the floor where they had been always hurled with equal regularity by that disdainful Adonis. Picking up a slate from under a bench, his attention was attracted by a forgotten cartoon on the reverse side. Mr.
Nero! Orestes! Alcmæon!" and still others: "Where is Octavia?" "Surrender the purple!" Cæsar's musical ear caught these exclamations also, and he raised the polished emerald to his eyes as if to see and remember those who uttered them. While looking thus, his glance rested on the Apostle standing on the stone. For a while those two men looked at each other.
Annon devoted himself to Octavia, and in spite of her command to be left in peace till the New Year, she was very kind so kind that hope flamed up in his heart, though he saw that something like compassion often shone on him from her frank eyes, and her compliance had no touch of the tender docility which lovers long to see.
He didn't write to you, because he made up his mind not to let you hear from him until he was a rich man; and then he thought he would wait until he could come home, and surprise you. He was awfully disappointed when he had to go back without seeing you." "Poor, dear Martin!" wept Miss Belinda gently. "Such a journey!" Octavia opened her charming eyes in surprise.
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