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"No; I'll stay until I'll stay here." "Oh, please go, Frances; you're nearly dead on your feet." "Why do you want me to leave him?" Frances asked, in a flash of jealous suspicion. She turned to Nola, as if to search out her hidden intention. "You were asleep in your chair when I came in, Frances," Nola chided her, gently. Again they stood in silence, looking down upon the wounded man.
"I cannot believe one word that would asperse him who has saved my father from a prison, or from death. You have not treated him gently. He fancies he has been wronged by Leonard, received ingratitude from Helen. He has felt the sting in proportion to his own susceptible and generous heart, and you have chided where you should have soothed. Poor Lord L'Estrange!
"And you've been keeping it from me, Lafe," she chided gently. "Please, please, tell me." Lafe sat back in the wheel chair and closed his eyes. "Wait, child," he breathed hesitatingly. "Wait a minute!" As Jinnie watched him, she tried to stifle the emotion tugging at her heart to keep back the tears that welled into her eyes. Perhaps what he had to tell her would make her cry.
Hester would not have dared to gossip to me!" Poor Miss Roberta looked crushed. She had often been chided on this point before. Halcyone would like to have reminded her elder aunt that William, who was equally a servant, had announced some such news to her that afternoon; but she remained silent. She must gain her point if she could, and to argue, she knew, was never a road to success.
"That child is not canny," she muttered, while aloud she chided her for idleness and untidiness in having thrown her cap on the floor. But Halcyone flung her arms round Priscilla's neck and laughed in her beard. "Oh, you dear old goosie! I have been with the Immortals on the blue peaks of Olympus and there we did not wear caps!" "Them Immortals!" said Priscilla.
Jack saw, through the opening in the forest roof above the trail, Orion and the Pleiades looking down at them, as beautiful as ever, and now he could hear the brook singing merrily. "I could have chided the stars and the brook while the Indian and I were waiting for Solomon to bring the packs," he wrote in his diary. Over the ridge and more than a mile away was a wet, wild meadow.
"None of that," chided young Hawkridge. "I am a man of goodly station in Charles Town and I would go back with a whole hide." "You have grown too respectable," grumbled Jack. "Here is the chance for one last fling " His words stuck in his throat. A gurgle of horrified amazement and he tumbled headlong into the grass with a bare, sinewy arm wrapped around his neck.
"No, you shouldn't let yourself believe any such thing," he chided, yet with a gentleness that was almost an encouragement. "This land is a vacuum, out of which sound cannot reach him, then," she sighed, bending her sad head upon her hands. "I have cried out to him in a sorrow that would move a stone on the mountain-side, but God has not heard.
Who would not have been disturbed at the thought of a delicate girl, accustomed to every luxury, being thrown into such desperate circumstances as they were in at the present moment. "Not my fault," he grumbled to himself. "I didn't want her to go. Wouldn't have allowed her, either, had I known about it." "Not your fault?" his inner self chided him. "Suppose you didn't plan this trip?"
He had started in life with the idea of being a doctor, and had kept to it. Consequently he had little sympathy with Hal's vagaries, and often chided him for his lack of definite purpose. But as Hal's well-known war-whoop sounded under the window, he came out on his steps. "What's up?" he asked. "You look as black as a thunder cloud."
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