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Mrs. Claxon said that she would talk it over with the child's father; and then Mrs. Lander pressed her to let her take Clementina back to the Middlemount with her for supper, if they wouldn't let her stay the night. After Clementina had driven away, Mrs.
"I guess no harm'll come to Clem for one night," said Claxon, and Mrs. Claxon was forced back upon the larger question for the maintenance of her anxiety. She asked what he was going to do about letting Clem go the whole winter with a perfect stranger; and he answered that he had not got round to that yet, and that there were a good many things to be thought of first.
"You could go, perfectly well, Miss Claxon," said the doctor. "No, I don't ca'e to go," answered Clementina. "I'd ratha stay. If she should wake " "She won't wake, until long after you've got back; I'll answer for that. I'm going to stay here awhile. Go! I'll take the responsibility." Clementina's face brightened. She wanted very much to go.
He'd 'a liked youa kitchen, Mrs. Claxon. He always was such a home-body, and he did get so ti'ed of hotels.
It followed upon something like a confession from the minister himself, which he made the day he struggled on deck with her help, after spending a week in his berth. "Here is something," he said, "which appears to be for you, Miss Claxon. I found it among some letters for Mrs. Lander which Mr.
He caught up the flat woolen steamer-cap which Clementina had left in her seat beside Mrs. Milray when she rose to dance, and held it aloft. Some one called out, "Chorus! For he's a jolly good fellow," and led off in his praise. Lord Lioncourt shouted through the uproar the announcement that while Miss Claxon was taking up the collection, Mr.
Clementina flushed, but she did not cower; the chef walked away with a laugh, and the shoeman pursued him with his voice. "Not that I am goin' to folla the wicked example of a man who tries to make spot of young ladies; but if the young lady addressed as Boss " "Miss Claxon," said the clerk with ingratiating reverence. "Miss Claxon I Stan' corrected," pursued the shoeman.
I had no great difficulty in doing this, although the shoemaker seemed at first a little fretted at my having taken up the lad's cause again. In passing to his shop, the house where Mrs. Claxon lived was pointed out to me.
If I had not forbidden myself by my loyalty to you if I had not said to myself every moment in her presence, 'No, it is for your friend alone that she is beautiful and good! But you will have nothing to reproach me in that regard." "What do you mean?" demanded Gregory. "I mean that Miss Claxon is in Florence, with her protectress, the rich Mrs. Lander.
I live out on one of the hills over there, that you see from your windows" she nodded toward them "in a beautiful villa, too cold for winter, and too hot for summer, but I think Miss Claxon can endure its discomfort for a day, if you can spare her, and she will consent to leave you to the tender mercies of your maid, and " Miss Milray paused at the kind of unresponsive blank to which she found herself talking, and put up her lorgnette, to glance from Mrs.
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