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I reckon the Lord didn't herd us together for nothing, and it's His scheme of creation anyway." And so Anne tried to be cordial; with the result that on a certain morning in early May there reached her a short friendly note from Mrs. Damer, wife of the M.F.H., begging her to dine with them quite informally on the following night.
Come, Miss Grey, and Isabella; we will go into the play-ground." Isabella whispered to Miss Bruce as she passed her; "do, dear Miss Bruce, be good. Why should you vex Miss Damer when she is so kind to you?" Miss Bruce pushed her companion's hand from her shoulder, and turned her face to the wall, and there they found her on their return.
"My dear little girl," said Miss Damer, "very wise people are ignorant in many things. Learn to be good: it is the best knowledge." "I do say my prayers every night and morning, and I'm sure I love papa and mamma dearly, and I try to love every body." "This is one way certainly to be good, if you obey your parents as well as love them, and think of your prayers when you are repeating them."
"I am sure, Miss Damer, I should love you, you are so good. I never could learn my lessons without you assisted me." "Because you are a dunce," said Miss Bruce. "We shall see who will be the best girl and the best scholar, 'the bright and idle one, or my little friend, with 'patience and perseverance." A carriage and four, as it is styled, stopping suddenly at the gate, caused a little bustle.
Damer been abroad for as long a time?" resumed her questioner, a vision arising on his mental faculties of a lemon-coloured woman with shoes down at heel. "Oh dear no!" replied his hostess. "Blanche came to England about five years ago, but her health has been too delicate to rejoin her husband in India since.
If you take hold of me I'll shoot you!" This was said to one specially energetic Arab, who, in his efforts to secure his prey, had caught hold of Mr. Damer by the leg. "Yes, yes, I say! Englishmen always take me; me me, and then no break him leg. Yes yes yes; I go. Master, say yes. Only one leetle ten shillings!" "Abdallah!" shouted Mr. Damer, "why don't you take this man away?
The words came with the patience of deadly weariness. She was still faintly smiling as she wound a scarf about Mrs. Damer's head. "I am quite ready, you see," she said. "I shall leave the moment he appears." "My dear Lady Carfax, you have the patience of a saint. I am afraid Phil does not find me so long-suffering." Mrs. Damer bustled back into the hall. "Are you there, Nap?
I want you to help me off. I'm going to run away." "Oh Damer!" I cried; "but supposing you're caught; it'll be much worse then." "They won't catch me," he said, his lip quivering. "I can disguise myself. And I shall never come back till I'm a man. My guardian would bring me here again. He thinks a man can hardly be a gentleman unless he was well flogged in his youth.
Damer thought that it was very hard upon the maternal hens the hens which should have been maternal that they should be thus robbed of the delights of motherhood. "So unnatural, you know," said Miss Dawkins; "so opposed to the fostering principles of creation. Don't you think so, Mr. Ingram?" Mr. Ingram said he didn't know.
Damer, hurriedly; "you shall not; and it would be no use. If it were out of my sight, I should dream that it was found, and talk of it in my sleep. I often rise in the night now to see if it is safe. Nothing could do away with it. If you buried it, some one would dig it up; if you threw it in the water, it would float.
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