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Oh! he is delightful, just " then she interrupted herself to give directions to the workmen about her Italian garden "Oleander in the middle of that bed; vases nearer to the balustrade " "Beauclerc has a very good taste, and a beautiful place he has, Thorndale. He will be very rich.
The dog Phylax had soon put him on the trail, and before any of the gentlemen could reach the groaning person Dietel's triumphant shout rang from behind the oleander: "Now we've caught the pilferer, and we'll make an example of her!"
She turned away and abruptly opened the door as she spoke. There stood old Sally, with the eyes of a watching cat. "Oh, dear me!" exclaimed the ancient handmaiden of Mrs. Oleander, very much discomposed by this abrupt proceeding. "How you do startle a body with your quick ways! Is Mrs. Oleander in here?" "No," said Susan. "How could Mrs.
Wild oleander mingles rosy blossoms with bushes of living gold like tall growths of double buttercups, and at length the cooler regions show the familiar ferns, violets, and primroses of the temperate zone.
The olive twigs glisten in the rays: the flowers of the pomegranate and oleander are only veiled as with bluish mist in their scarlet and rose. In the sea is another sea, of molten, rippled silver, or a magic causeway leading to the shining vague offing, the luminous pale sky-line, where the islands of Palmaria and Tino float like unsubstantial, shadowy dolphins.
She related to her mistress, in shrill falsetto, what had occurred. "And if ever I go near the crazy little hussy again, as long as she's under this roof," concluded Sally, wildly, "I'm a Dutchman!" "Weren't you frightened?" Mrs. Oleander asked, turning to the nurse. "Oh, not much!" said the serene Susan. "I'm used to it, you know. I could have dodged if she had heaved the tea-pot.
In the morning the hawks, or a visit to some green valley, which was blessed with a stream and beds of oleander, and groves of acacia or sycamore. Fakredeen had no cause to complain of the demeanour of Astarte towards him, for it was most gracious and encouraging.
I will die ten thousand deaths, but I will never, never, never be wife of yours, Guy Oleander!" Her voice rose to a shriek hysterical, frenzied. For the instant she felt as though she were going mad, and she looked it, and the man recoiled before her. "Mollie!" he gasped, in consternation. The girl stamped her foot on the floor. "Don't call me Mollie:" she screamed, passionately.
'This is your room, Baas, she said in very good English in reply to my question. The child had been well trained somewhere, for there was a cracked dish full of oleander blossom on the drawers'-head, and the pillow-slips on the bed were as clean as I could wish. She brought me water to wash, and a cup of strong tea, while I carried my baggage indoors and paid the driver of the cart.
"Yes; more so, if such a thing be possible. It's shocking to carry off a girl like that, and marry her against her will. Nobody in this world, but an angel like myself, would ever forgive you." "Which is equivalent to saying you do forgive me. Thousand thanks, Mrs. Ingelow. Tell me, would you ever have forgiven Guy Oleander?"
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