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"Never is a long day. I shall find you out; and if I don't, you'll hear of me. I mean to be heard of, Bessie." "Oh yes, Harry, I am sure you will. Shall you write a book? Will it be a play? They always seem to walk to London with a play in their pockets, a tragedy that the theatres won't look at; and then their troubles begin."
Frances opened her mouth as if about to speak, then shut it again, and gazed at Bessie with a variety of contradictory feelings looking out of her blue eyes.
In another moment he was gone, then the carriage rolled down the street out of sight, and Aunt Faith, rising, said solemnly, "May God bless our dear Hugh, now and forever." "Amen," said Mr. Leslie. Bessie had disappeared. "A forlorn, gloomy day," said Bessie at the breakfast-table the next morning, "and I'm glad of it!" "I don't know that I care," said Tom.
"Up the bluff first, to get a pail of water from that spring. After that well, we'll see." "Just like Jack and Jill," said Bessie, as they trudged up the path, carrying a pail between them. "I hope we won't be like them and fall down," said Dolly. "I suppose I'd be Jack and I don't want to break my crown." "It's an easy path. I guess we're safe enough," said Bessie.
These cottages had one wall in common, shared in a line of iron railing dividing their front gardens; a wooden fence separated their back gardens. Miss Bessie Carvil was allowed, as it were of right, to throw over it the tea-cloths, blue rags, or an apron that wanted drying.
"I guess no one here will know us, and we'll just wait till Miss Eleanor comes." "Maybe she's here already, waiting for us." "Oh, I don't think so." "We'd better look around, though. How is she going to get here, Bessie?" "I don't know. She never told me about that.
Bessie was delighted, and was not withheld by any foolish shyness from proclaiming that her mind was set on his winning his election. "You ought to take these two young people into your counsels, Cecil; they have some wonderful devices for the promotion of contentment amongst coal-miners," said Lady Angleby. Mr.
"Why cannot it be an item of duty for the rural police to give information of his extortion and neglect? Those poor women are robbed, and they are utterly helpless to resist it. It is a greater crime than stealing on the highway." "Do any of grandpapa's people live at Morte?" Bessie asked. "No, I think not; they are ours and Mr.
Strangely enough, Jack managed to grasp the full measure of what his father's love for Elizabeth Morton must have been without resenting the secondary part his mother must have played. For old Donald was frank in his story. He made it clear that he had loved Bessie Morton with an all-consuming passion, and that when this burned itself out he had never experienced so headlong an affection again.
She explained that though it might be a man's duty to die for his country, it was quite another thing to imperil a valuable life on a mere game; but she could make no impression on the solemn-faced captain. "But it is an uncommonly good game, don't you know," he persisted; and Bessie gave up the point, for Captain Broughton's mind seemed as wooden as his face.
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