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The two friends traveled together from Baltimore to New York, where they were warmly received by Aster's brother, Henry, who had succeeded in laying the foundation of a prosperous business as a butcher, in which he afterward made a large fortune. Both brothers were men of business habits, and on the very first evening after the arrival of the new-comer they began to discuss plans for his future.
For answer, she put her beautiful head upon his breast. I do not know what they said, but when they stood up she to answer the door bell, for the servant was out they were engaged; and she had his ring upon her finger. He was at Aster's own house, sitting with her during the anxious hours of her father's illness.
I thought you should never come. Judge the consternation to discover in the voice of the speaker that of Aster's father, the man who was the cause of all the woe and mischief. When his emotion passed he could have smitten the misguided man to the earth. Disguising his voice thoroughly, for he was an accomplished mimic, he replied: 'This is not Mr. Oswald. I am from York.
The golden-rod also lives in communities, but yet not exactly after the aster's plan, in smaller houses generally, and these of course contain fewer families. Four or five of the maiden aunts live in yellow-walled rooms round the outside; and in the middle live fathers, mothers, and children, as they do in the asters.
To his actual deeds were added many legends, and stories imported from English books, till the man's name was wrapped around by amazing web of history. I may, some day, sift the grain from the chaff, and make a book. There is certainly fact enough there, from which to create a thrilling story. On the day of Aster's rescue, the magistrate came to Roland.
My reader is probably desirous of hearing something about Aster's face, notwithstanding the assumption that it was beautiful. As a rule we expect to find chestnut eyes with ruddy-golden hair; but this was not the fact in Aster's case.
Each flower is a circle of little rays, spreading on every side: but, if you should pull it to pieces to look for a family like that of the rose, you would be sadly confused about it; for the aster's plan of living is very different from the rose's.
He kissed the upturned mouth and held her to his heart. They pledged themselves to one another for ever and ever. Then the angel who watched over his sleeping flew away, and he was awake. A sound came to his ears, Alas! it was not the music of his beloved Aster's voice but the baying of bloodhounds. 'Merciful God' what chance have I with bloodhounds in this wood? Roland exclaimed as he arose.
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