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"Yes, the moon was shining one time when I went to Lake Marion with pa to hear the band, and we rowed around in a little boat and listened to the music." "That's just what the moon lady does when we go to see her, only her boats are green-pea pods, and the sails are apple-blossom petals. We don't have to row; the boats just float of themselves, and we pick water lilies or listen to the music "
Buntingford and Helena riding, their well-matched figures disappearing under the trees, the sun glancing from the glossy coats of their horses; Helena, drawing in some nook of the park, her face flushed with the effort to satisfy her teacher, and Buntingford bending over her; or again, Helena dancing, in pale green and apple-blossom, while Buntingford leaned against the wall, watching her with folded arms, and eyes that smiled over her conquests.
"It is Bawn's nature to look pale," my grandmother said, looking at me in an alarmed way. "It is her nature to look pale perhaps," my godmother said, while I fidgeted at hearing myself discussed, "but she ought to look no paler than this apple-blossom I am wearing, which at all events dreams of rose-colour. You keep her too much penned. I shall have to carry her off to Dublin for some gaiety.
If you are passing his club some day you might look in and just ask after him. He is sometimes so naughty about writing. I wish we could see you here, dear Grig; the country is looking beautiful just now the oak-trees especially and the apple-blossom isn't over, but I suppose you are too busy. How is Helen Bellew? Is she in town? "Your affectionate cousin,
She was glad it was so; for though her apple-blossom face was drooped a little, and her gray eyes were not often lifted, and she looked the embodiment of maiden innocence and unworldliness, Lois was thinking the thoughts which occupied her much of late; weighing, and judging, struggling to reach some knowledge of herself, yet always in the same perplexity. Did she love Dick Forsythe?
Friend, softly smoothing back the brown hair from the girl's hot brow. "Pale green and apple-blossom." Lucy Friend smiled, as though already she had a vision of the full-dress result. "That'll be delicious," she said, with enthusiasm. "Lucy! am I good-looking?" The girl spoke half wistfully, half defiantly, her eyes fixed on Lucy. Mrs. Friend laughed.
Clara drew close to the haughty man, and turning her mouth into a half-open apple-blossom, held it up to be kissed. The earl put her aside gently, but with firmness. "Go to Lady Hope, as I bade you," he said. "This is no hour for trifling." Clara stood motionless. All the color had left her face, even to the lips. "Papa, are you in earnest?" "In earnest? Yes."
"Go on, nothing with Milly looking like a lovely pink apple-blossom! You've got to come. I wouldn't dare face Phoebe without you. It's the whole thing to her to have you there. It's been so long since you've gladded with the crowd once and it's her birthday and " David's voice trailed off into a perfect wail. "But what can we do?" faltered Milly, dissolved at the mention of the new frock.
In spite of Victorine's refusal to serve at the breakfast, she had not the least idea of letting Willan go away in the morning without being reminded of her presence. She was up before light, dressed in a pretty pink and white flowered gown, which set off her black hair and eyes well, and made her look as if she were related to an apple-blossom.
Towards dusk he crossed the stile which divides Sanctuary Lane from the churchyard, and pausing with a leg on either side of the rail, shook his fist back at the village which lay below, its grey roofs and red chimneys just distinguishable here and there between a foamy sea of apple-blossom and a haze of bluish smoke.
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