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"Howdy-do, Miss Sternberger?" His arm squirmed free from the deadlock clutch. "Won't you join us?" "Thanks," said Myra, smiling until an amazing quantity of small white teeth showed; "but I just stopped by to tell Bella that Mrs. Blondheim was askin' for her." There was a third pause. "Won't you come along, Mr. Arnheim?
I had been very cool to him since the night in the library when I was publicly staked and martyred, and he was almost cringing when I opened the door. "What is it now?" I asked cruelly. "Has Bella tired of it already, or has somebody else a rash?" "Don't be a shrew, Kit," he said. "I don't want you to do anything. I only when did you see Harbison last?"
You do it with petrol and a small piece of flannel, and the result isn't bad, though somewhat streaky. G's part is to sit on my bed and watch me do it, assisted by Bella on the floor. It reminds me of the inhabitants of the Scilly Islands, who, it is said, earn a precarious livelihood by taking in each other's washings! Calcutta, Dec. 26.
He sat on the hillside and held his small love close. One of his arms moved stiffly, and he groaned a little. She rubbed it for him. "You'd better come home and let Bella and me fix it. It may be badly hurt. You're sure it isn't broken?" she asked. "Quite sure." "Lean on me! I'll help you down. You can tell me where to step." "Nonsense," he laughed, his very blood singing warm with relief.
I can't help your seeing it is a dolly, for I can't wrap it up any better, it is so big and bulgy." Bella tried her hardest to thank the kind little invalid as warmly as she felt, but her surprise and delight nearly robbed her altogether of speech. "Oh, and they shall all go on father's tree!" she gasped delightedly, as the idea suddenly came to her.
His daughter Bella was lying in wait for him in the hall, and she threw her arms round his neck with the exuberance of her fourteen years and with something of the histrionic intention of her sex.
'Give me your attention, Bella. I am not angry. 'I AM! said Bella. 'I say, resumed the Golden Dustman, 'I am not angry, and I mean kindly to you, and I want to overlook this. So you'll stay where you are, and we'll agree to say no more about it. 'No, I can't stay here, cried Bella, rising hurriedly again; 'I can't think of staying here. I must go home for good.
The flowers opened and faded quickly, in spite of the hours the whole family spent every evening watering them; and more than once, if it had not been for the fruit from the orchard and the vegetables, Bella and Tom would have had but a scanty supply to take to their customers.
A Judas order of kiss; for she thought, while she yet pressed Bella's hand after giving it, 'Upon your own showing, you vain heartless girl, puffed up by the doting folly of a dustman, I need have no relenting towards YOU. If my husband, who sends me here, should form any schemes for making YOU a victim, I should certainly not cross him again. In those very same moments, Bella was thinking, 'Why am I always at war with myself?
Don't let Bella Bathgate frighten you away. She isn't used to letting her rooms, and her manners are bad, and her long upper lip very quelling; but she's really the kindest soul on earth.... Would you come in to tea this afternoon? Mrs. M'Cosh that's our retainer bakes rather good scones. I would ask you to stay to luncheon, but I'm afraid there mightn't be enough to go round."
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