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"And you have noticed him looking so, lately, Mr. Olmney!" "I have thought so but you say he always was that. If you will permit me to say so, I have thought the same of you, Miss Fleda." Fleda was silent: her heart ached again. "We would gladly save each other from every threatening trouble," said Mr. Olmney again, after a pause; "but it ought to content us that we do not know how.
Skillcorn!" "What was the fate of Milo?" said Mr. Olmney presently. "Don't you remember, the famous wrestler that in his old age trying to break open a tree found himself not strong enough; and the wood closing upon his hands held him fast till the wild beasts came and made an end of him.
By the way, Fleda, my dear, do you know that we have heard of two escorts for you? but I only tell you because I know you'll not be fit to travel this age." "I should not be able to travel to-morrow," said Fleda. "They are not going to-morrow," said Mrs. Evelyn, quietly. "Who are they ?" "Excellent ones," said Mrs. Evelyn. "One of them is your old friend, Mr. Olmney." "Mr. Olmney!" said Fleda.
Olmney," said Fleda, "but I am not going home before night, unless they send for me." "I am afraid," said he looking at her, "that the agricultural turn has proved an over-match for your energies." "The farm don't complain of me, does it?" said Fleda, looking up at him with a comic grave expression of countenance.
"How one sees everything in the colour of one's own spectacles," said Fleda. "May I ask what colour yours are to-day?" said Mr. Olmney. "Rose, I think," said Hugh. "No," said Fleda, "they are better than that they are no worse colour than the snow's own they shew me everything just as it is. It could not be lovelier." "Then we may conclude, may we not," said Mr.
"Your poor aunt Lucy!" "In Mexico he has been, but he is just coming home now he has been wounded, and he is coming home to spend a long furlough." "Coming home. That will make you all very happy. And Hugh is delicate and how are you, love? you hardly look like a country-girl. Mr. Olmney! " said Mrs.
It is fine, isn't it, Mr. Olmney?" "I am afraid," said he, shaking his head a little, "my eye wants training. I have not been once in your company, I believe, without your showing me something I could not see." "That young lady, Sir," said Dr. Quackenboss, from the far side of the fire, where he was busy giving it more wood; "that young lady, Sir, is a patron to her a to all young ladies."
"It is exquisite!" said the doctor. "Captain Rossitur, do you observe, Sir in that hollow where the sun sets?" Captain Rossitur's eye made a very speedy transition from the hills to Fleda, who had fallen back a little to take Hugh's arm, and placing herself between him and Mr. Olmney, was giving her attention undividedly to the latter.
You are to do penance for a month to come with tin pans of blackberry jam fringed with pie-crust no, they can't be blackberries, they must be raspberries the blackberries are not ripe yet. And you may sup upon cake and custards unless you give the custards for the little pig out there he will want something." "A pig! " said Mr. Olmney in a maze; Mrs. Evelyn again giving out in distress.
Am I do you disapprove of me, Mr. Olmney?" Mr. Olmney silently referred him for his answer to the person he had first addressed, who had closed her eyes while he was speaking. "Sir," she said, opening them, "it can't be presumption to obey God, and he tells me to rejoice. And I do I do!
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