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She was not in love with Glazzard; personally, he had never charmed her, and in the progress of their acquaintance she had discovered many points of his character which excited her alarm. Serena, after all, was but a half-educated country girl; even in the whirlwind of rebellious moments she felt afraid of the words that came to her lips.
Daniel struck the table with his fist. "Mrs. Lake!" he shouted. "Mrs. Lake don't live with her husband. She's a grass widow, that's what she is." "She is one of Mother's dearest friends, and any friend of Mother's should be good enough for me." The captain choked. "You you talk to her, Serena," he stammered; "I can't." Serena looked more troubled than ever. "Gertie," she faltered, "if Mrs.
Here following the stream a little way, we peeped over the precipice, and by the help of glasses I saw all our belongings at dinner, our feeble shouts were of course unheard, and now for the first time, we heard a noise, a rustling in the bushes. I turned pale, Sybil, Gatty, and Serena ran to each other. Schillie raised her gun and looked at the bushes with a determined eye.
She hardly knew that a notice was read as the people rose before the benediction, when the minister gave out, as requested, that "the Village Dorcas Society would meet on Wednesday of the coming week, at Mrs. Parley Gimp's." She was made aware that it had fallen upon her ears, though heard unconsciously, when Serena Gimp caught her by the sleeve in the church porch.
My day was occupied in a fever of energy, running from one place to another, providing beds and clothing and other articles, many of which, had I not been checked by wiser counsels, would have been unnecessary and unfit, dragging cousin Serena with me; begging from mother, aunt Emily, and Mrs. Sanford, and drawing somewhat heavily on my own resources.
After you had quitted the Senate, Serena, the widow of Stilicho, was accused, as her husband was accused before her, of secret and treasonable correspondence with the Goths; and has been condemned, as her husband was condemned, to suffer the penalty of death.
I wasn't born to it and it don't come natural to me." "Neither was Mr. Black 'born to it, but he has got used to it and so can you if you will try." "Oh, I'll try. But I'm beginnin' awful late in life. I know you'll be ashamed of me, Serena. You ought to have a different husband." "I don't want a different one. I wouldn't change you for anybody.
Having come to which amiable decision Serena turned her mind and conversation to questions of house-hunting in Slowby. The subject, however, began to pall, before long, upon her companion. Dr. Nevington changed his position more than once. His replies became vague and perfunctory, while his attention evidently strayed to the conversation taking place at the other end of the sofa.
"Oh," said the unconscious Serena, "I'm not so busy as all that. I could go to the next meeting just as well as not. I should love to." They entered the drawing-room, to find Captain Dan and the Honorable Oscar still deep in the engine discussion and Mr. Black sound asleep in his chair.
"You see, Gertie," he explained, "'twas on account of my bashfulness. Your mother, she wanted to sit along with me and hold hands, so . Oh, all right; all right. You can show a glim now, Serena, if you want to. I'll cover up my blushes." The maligned Mrs. Dott announced that she had a good mind to box his ears.
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