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And, the culprit still maintaining an immovable silence, Evelyn dragged her to bed by main force, and tucked her in as tightly as a mummy. "Laura, you're a cipher!" "I'm nothing of the sort!" threw back Laura indignantly. "You're one yourself. What does she mean, Evvy?" she asked getting out of earshot of the speaker. "Goodness knows. Don't mind her, Poppet."
Anne had, however, been the pet of her father's old friends, the sea captains, had played with the little Evelyns under the yew hedges of Says Court, had been taken to London to behold the Lord Mayor's show and more than one Court pageant, had been sometimes at the palaces as the plaything of the Ladies Mary and Anne of York, had been more than once kissed by their father, the Duke, and called a pretty little poppet, and had even shared with them a notable game at romps with their good-natured uncle the King, when she had actually caught him at Blind-man's-buff!
And so are you, Mistress Catherine, which are my townswoman, and know it not." "What, are ye from Tergou? all the better, But I cannot call your face to mind." "Oh, you know not me: my husband and me, we are very humble folk by you. But true Eli and his wife are known of all the town; and respected, So, I am at your call, dame; and at yours, wife; and yours, my pretty poppet; night or day."
Fronting the door stood a young woman with a dark skin, a solemn look and a costume which, at a pinch, might have been Maya. In those accents which the Plaza shares with Mayfair, she hailed Margaret. "Hello, dear! Your turn next." For a moment, the dark skin, the solemn look, the costume puzzled Margaret. Then at once she exclaimed: "Why, Poppet!" She paused and added: "This is Mr.
"Then why not invent a name? Call her 'Poppet, or 'Topsy, or 'Fifine, or 'Rosie, or 'Gracie. Why, I could supply you with fifty or sixty names on the spot. But this is all idle trifling. Go on and tell me more. Give a full and complete account of yourself and your 'own one." "Well, you know, I'm doing business in Barcelona, and we were engaged to be married last year."
"Poppet, curl up in that chair and keep watch on our patient while this gentleman and I have a little talk in the outer room." With a brisk nod of obedience and comprehension, the elfin girl took her place, while the two men went out. "What do I owe you?" asked Professor Certain, as soon as the door had closed. "Nothing." "Oh, that won't do." "It will have to do." "Courtesy of the profession?
I can tell you one thing, Master Stephen: your daughter Mary has more will of her own than the rest of your family all put together, including even your own good wife." "Prodigious!" cried the farmer, while he rubbed his hands and laughed "prodigious, and a man might say impossible. A young lass like Mary, such a coaxing little poppet, as tender as a lambkin, and as soft as wool!"
Deborah guessed these thoughts with the instinct of fidelity, and swooped down on her young mistress. "It's the will, poppet," she whispered loudly, "but if it do make your dear head ache Mr. Beecot will listen." "I wish Mr. Beecot to listen in any case," said Pash, dryly, "if he is to marry my young and esteemed client."
Scattered all through the town were the huge mounds of earth marking the mining-shafts of various colours, from dark brown to pure white, and beside them, with the utmost regularity, were the skeleton towers of the poppet heads, the tall red chimneys, and the squat, low forms of the engine-houses.
Natalya trembled; those were the blue eyes that had supplanted the memory of Fanny's dark orbs, and the lips now sucking contentedly were the cherry lips of the painted poppet. 'Nebbich; the poor, deserted little orphan, she apologized to herself. 'And this is how the new Jewish wife does her duty to her step-children.
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