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"Now, father," she said, at length, "the sun is shining now, and I will give you half an hour of my time to listen to the story you have to tell me. Don't look so distressed about it, dear; no matter what it is, I will utter no word of complaint, you shall hear no bitter words from my lips, only words of love, trust and comfort." "Tell me that again, Bernardine," he cried; "say it over again.
"You little thing," he said, "I have come to see you. It is eight years since I was in England." Bernardine leaned over the counter. "And you ought not to be here now," she said, looking at his thin face. He seemed to have shrunk away since she had last seen him. "I am free to do what I choose," he said. "My mother is dead." "I know." Bernardine said gently. "But you are not free."
"And I say that you shall, girl, and that, too, within a month from to-day," cried the other, in a rage. "Oh, Bernardine, say 'Yes!" cried the old man, trembling like an aspen leaf. "I have never gone contrary to your wishes, father, in all my life," she said; "but in this instance, where my interests are so deeply concerned, I do feel that I must decide for myself."
The principal orders of monks established in Spain were the Benedictine, the Bernardine, the Carthusian, and the Hieronimites. The last two were superior to all the rest in number, importance, and wealth, and it is only respecting them that we shall treat in this chapter.
"A shop girl waiting for some fellow who is to come in a cab and take her out to supper," remarked two dudes who were sauntering up Broadway. Bernardine heard the remark, and flushed indignantly. How she wished she dared tell them that she was waiting for her husband! Yes, she was waiting waiting, but he came not.
Reffold, in her pleasantest voice. "Then you have made a triumph of the Disagreeable Man. He very rarely deigns to talk with any of us. He does not even appear to see us. He sits quietly and reads. It would be interesting to hear what his conversation is like. I should be quite amused to know what you did talk about." "I dare say you would," said Bernardine quietly. Then Mrs.
This was what Bernardine Holme hoped to do; she was broken down in every way, but it was thought that a prolonged stay in Petershof might help her back to a reasonable amount of health, or, at least, prevent her from slipping into further decline. She had come alone, because she had no relations except that old uncle, and no money to pay any friend who might have been willing to come with her.
And that was all she said of herself. Then after a pause she said: "Fräulein is betrothed?" Bernardine smiled, and shook her head, and Catharina made no further inquiries. But she looked up from her work from time to time, and seemed pleased that Bernardine still stayed with her. At last the old mother came to say that the coffee was ready, and Bernardine followed her into the parlour.
Not that it makes any difference if you are." Bernardine laughed. "I am sorry that I should have been such an unpleasant playmate," she said. "It was a good thing I did disappear." "Perhaps it was," he said. "There would have been a terrible scene about that doll's head.
"Liza is very happy," she said to Bernardine. "She loves, and is loved." "That is the greatest happiness," Bernardine said half to herself. "Fräulein knows?" Catharina asked eagerly. Bernardine looked wistfully at her companion. "No, Catharina," she said. "I have only heard and read and seen." "Then you cannot understand," Catharina said almost proudly. "But I understand!"
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