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Yes, I've not been in Wheatfield for ten years. We got here on the two o'clock train." "Going to stay long, Mary?" said Mrs. Pidgeon, sociably. "Only a few days," said Miss Peneyre, distantly. "Look out you don't find you're a little late," said Mrs. Pidgeon, with great archness. "I'm surprised you ain't asked me if there's any news from Sammy. Whole village talking about it."
"I mean Mary Arnott, and not Mrs. Giles, and you do care for her likes and dislikes a great deal," replied his sister, with some archness. "Poor Mary, when the week before that fixed for the wedding arrived, felt that she could not marry Master Jacob Giles; so she found an opportunity of speaking to him alone, and told him the truth.
Her sweetness, her archness, the opening of her lips, their way of holding closed, and her brightness of wit, her tender eyelashes, her appreciating looks, her sighing, the thousand varying shades of her motions and her features interflowing like a lighted water, swam to him one by one like so many handmaiden messengers distinctly beheld of the radiant indistinct whom he adored with more of spirit in his passion than before this tempest.
Another moment was protracted over the drink of whiskey, and then Lanty, with a faint archness, made him promise not to tell her mother of her escapade, and she promised on her part not to say anything about his "stalking a petticoat on the clothesline," and then shyly closed the door and regained her room.
"That is my secret," answered Violante, trying to smile with her old frank, childlike archness. "But, tell me, do you think better of her than of her brother?" "Certainly. I believe her heart to be good, and that she is not without generous qualities." "Can you not induce my father to see her? Would you not counsel him to do so?" "Any wish of yours is a law to me," answered Harley, gallantly.
We realized all the mingled coquetry and feeling and defiance and archness in Betty Sherman's daring speech. We had even forgotten all about Mr. Campbell. That gentleman, in silence, took out his wallet, extracted a note therefrom, and handed it gravely to the Story Girl. "There are five dollars for you," he said, "and your story was well worth it. You ARE a wonder.
He said it rather twinkling, and she retorted: 'What sort of a night has it been below, Father Boyle? Her twinkle was livelier than his, compassionate in archness. 'Purgatory past is good for contemplation, my dear. 'Tis past, and there's the comfort! You did well to be out of that herring-barrel, Mr. Colesworth. I hadn't the courage, or I would have burst from it to take a ducking with felicity.
'Come tell us honestly, Frank, said the 'Squire, with his usual archness, 'suppose the church, your present mistress, drest in lawnsleeves, on one hand, and Miss Sophia, with no lawn about her, on the other, which would you be for? 'For both, to be sure, cried the chaplain.
Have you a home for your bride in which I may look forward to paying her the respects which my humble duty to her demands?" Ah then, Orrin towered proudly, and the pretty Juliet smiled with something of her old archness. "Saddle your horse," cried the young lover, "and ride to the east. If you do not find a wee, fresh nest there, I am no prophet.
Her cheeks and her eyes were bright from the excitement of the serenading and counter-serenading in which she had been engaged. Her whole bearing was an inimitable blending of shyness and archness, tempered by almost reverential respect. Willan Blaycke would have been either more or less than mortal man if he had resisted it.
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