Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 14, 2025
Finding what she was about to say thus brought to an abrupt conclusion, Amilly West looked at her sister. Miss Deb's attention was riveted on the room door. Her mouth was open, her eyes seemed starting from her head with a fixed stare, and her countenance was growing white. Amilly turned her eyes hastily to the same direction, and saw a dark, obscure form filling up the doorway.
How many of these silent tears must be shed in the path through life! It would appear that the lot of some is only made to shed them, and to bear. Meanwhile the spring was going on to summer and in the strict order of precedence that conversation of Miss Deb's with Jan ought to have been related before the departure of John Massingbird and the Roys from Deerham. But it does not signify.
She had not gathered from Deb's letters that the change in the family fortunes was as great as it now proved to be; and Deb had not anticipated the effect of adversity upon one so easily depressed. She had no 'heart', poor thing. She struggled and muddled, sighing for flowers for the vases while the beds were unmade; and when she saw a certain look on Deb's face, wept and mourned and gave up hope.
Before noon we had placed sweet Katty in Aunt Deb's loving arms, not much the worse for her excursion. Jack went to sea, and Katty's cabinet was adorned with numberless articles strange and beautiful from all parts of the world. Jack, of course, wherever he could get a run on shore, had to come and inspect them.
"I wish, my dear Dick, that we could save enough to help you," said my mother, who was always ready to assist us in any of our plans; "but you know how difficult I find it to get even a few shillings to spend." My mother's remark soothed my irritated feelings and disappointment, or I should have said something which might not have been pleasant to Aunt Deb's ears.
Notwithstanding Aunt Deb's remarks, our fellow-travellers continued in the same state of alarm the greater part of the night, and to comfort themselves took further sips of gin; until, becoming perfectly fuddled, they dropped off to sleep.
I am more unmiserable than I have ever been, I think, since I was born." Deb's swift intelligence grasped the truth. "Ah, then she was not so insensate as we thought!" but made allowance for what she diagnosed as a morbid condition of mental health. "Are you happier than you were at Redford young, and loved, and with everything nice about you ?" "Yes.
Claud Dalzell, drifting from one resort of the wealthy to another deer-stalking in Scotland, salmon-fishing in Norway, shooting in the Rockies, hunting in the Shires, yachting everywhere, and everywhere adored of a crowd of women as idle as himself was loafing at Monte Carlo when he heard of Mr Thornycroft's death and Deb's accession to his throne.
The chair she had taken had a high back, and against this she laid her head, as if too weary to support it. Lack of sleep and appetite had paled her florid colour to a sickly hue, and she looked wan and languid as a dying woman. But still he did not pity her, as he must have done had her face been half as beautiful as Deb's or Francie's.
Miss Deb's knock now became as well-known to the servant as that of any other member of the family, and, no doubt to her great satisfaction, it usually met with prompt attention. Could the celebrated cat of the renowned Marquis of Carrabas have done more, or better?
Word Of The Day
Others Looking