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"I don't believe there is enough wood sawed and split to last through the day." "We must have some split." "Of course. But I really don't know of anyone in the neighborhood that we could get." "John." "John has gone away. You know why." "Perhaps he wouldn't kiss us if we told him not to," suggested Sophia. "I am afraid you are a goose," said Priscilla, composedly.
How great would be the temptation to pause here and consider the mangled state of such a man, the wounds and weakness he will suffer from, and how his soul will have to limp through life, if it were not that I must get on with Priscilla.
"Wasn't there anybody at the wedding but you and Lovice?" asked Priscilla, with an amused smile. "Land, yes! The meeting-house was cram jam full. Oh, to be sure! I know what you 're driving at! Well, I have to laugh to think I should have forgot the husbands!
And he was. In the Five Towns we are apt to end our marriages in that laconic manner. Toby did not complain too much; he simply and unaffectedly went. It might be imagined that the situation was a trying one for Priscilla. Not so! Priscilla had experienced marriage with Toby and had found it wanting. She was content to be relieved of Toby.
Sometimes his glance rested on Doctor Travers's face, for the young physician was deeply interested in the case and was touched by the lonely, unclaimed fellow who had served science, but could derive no benefit in return. Often Jerry-Jo's dark eyes fell upon the pitying face of Priscilla Glenn with ever-growing understanding and kindliness.
Think, Priscilla. What have I been doing lately that would outrage the warden sufficiently to call me up at ten o'clock? You don't suppose I'm going to be suspended or rusticated or expelled or anything like that, do you? I honestly can't think of a thing I've done." "It's a telegram," the maid said sympathetically. "A telegram?" Patty's face turned pale, and she left the room without a word.
He had written to Miss Stanbury to the same effect; but he had not thought it necessary to explain this to Dorothy; nor did Miss Stanbury in her letter tell them that she had received any communication from him. "Shall I read it now?" said Priscilla, as soon as Dorothy again allowed the letter to fall into her lap. Both Priscilla and Mrs.
This conference lasted some little time, and then Priscilla, in the lecturer's company, returned to the hall for tea. A great many girls kept coming in and out. Some stayed to have tea, but most helped themselves to tea and bread and butter and took them away to partake of in their own private rooms. Maggie Oliphant and Nancy Banister presently rushed in for this purpose.
Early in September, Dorothy went to Nuncombe Putney to spend a week with her mother and sister at the cottage. She had insisted on this, though Priscilla had hinted, somewhat unnecessarily, that Dorothy, with her past comforts and her future prospects, would find the accommodation at the cottage very limited.
It was Farwell's dog, the old one, the one who used to play with Priscilla when she was a little girl. "You dear!" she cried, dropping beside him; "You've come to show me the way. Beg, Tony, beg like a good fellow. I have a bit of cake for you!" Clumsily, heavily, the old collie tried to respond, but of late he had been excused from acting; and he was old, old.
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