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"You didn't sing well," he said, as they went home. "What was the matter with you?" Owen and the red-haired lady seemed to fall behind this last misfortune. If she had lost her voice she was no longer herself, and as she went to her teaching she saw herself a music mistress to the end of her days. But on Sunday morning she came down stairs singing, and Mr.
My own hair's a little sandy, or so some people say it's red, but I think myself it's only a little sandy as I said, sir so out of love and affection for the best of wives, I'll give you her favorite, the 'Red-haired man's wife. Dandy, you thief, will you help me to do the 'Red-haired man's wife?" "Wid pleasure, Misther Doran," replied Dandy, adjusting his dulcimer.
She was a tall, red-haired girl, patriotically dressed in three colors, and covered by an immense tunnel hat, of which her head occupied the centre. Monsieur Patissot, a little disappointed, nevertheless accepted this substitute. They left for Maisons-Laffite, where regattas and a grand Venetian festival had been announced.
This was lifting from his spirit the weight of an intolerable burden: he felt profoundly grateful to that red-haired woman who had had the courage to take her fate in her own hands, forego great wealth, and sever a bond that threatened to become an iron yoke. He couldn't but respect her for that; he determined that she shouldn't be too great a loser.
I wasn't allowed any jewelry; and it came into my mind that I'd like a gold bracelet like that, before it came that I'd like such a friend for my very ownest and dearest. The other girl, a red-haired minx who walked with her arm about my girl's waist how jealous I was of her! I watched until Aunt Paula dragged me away.
For her cap was different shaped like a sugar-bowl turned upside-down; hollow, and white, and marred by no flying strings. And she was not a red-haired nurse-maid. Her hair was almost as fair as Gwendolyn's own, and it framed her face in a score of saucy wisps and curls. Her face was pretty full and rosy, like the face of Gwendolyn's French doll.
No more than a low murmur of approval greeted Lord Dunseverick's words; but the men looked as if they wished to cheer vehemently. The red-haired boy tapped at the door which was marked "Private." A minute later he invited Lord Dunseverick to pass through it. Andrew McMunn is a hard-faced, grizzled little man, with keen blue eyes. He can, when he chooses, talk excellent English.
"A fine-looking old gentlemen came off to receive them," said Mrs Armytage. "He is a resident of the island. I know no more." "It matters not; I only hope that we shall not have to encounter that tall, red-haired young man again," observed the colonel. "His manner to me was most offensive; he is a sailor, I feel sure, by the way he walked the deck.
"We'll take turns playing with them," said Arthur, and then began a happy time for the children. Some little girls came over to play with Nettie, and they had lots of fun on the sand. After a while Arthur happened to think of what he had said he was going to do dig a sand cave for his Bear. "We'll make a big one," he said to the red-haired lad. "We'll dig a big hole."
Ned was taken to the bank, and, as Tom turned his machine around, to go home, he saw, standing on the steps of the new bank, which was almost across the street from the old one, Andy Foger, and the bully's father. The red-haired lad laughed at Tom's rough looking car, and said something to his parent, but Mr. Foger did not notice Tom. Not that this caused our hero any uneasiness, however.
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