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This not alone from that indescribable coyness which all have experienced in addressing even those with whom they are most intimate, in the early, half-unrevealed, and mystic emotions of first love, but because Lady Diary's letters had been so full of her sister's declining health, of her own anxieties and fears, that he had shrunk from giving her a new subject of anxiety; and a confidence full of hope and joy seemed to him unfeeling and unseasonable.
Began it in a deep and hostile stillness, where had been such life and stir and warm comradeship before. He delivered himself of the brief details of the diary's first day, and did it with some confidence and a fair degree of eagerness. It fell flat. There was an awkward pause. The two rows of men sat like statues. There was no movement, no sound.
Began it in a deep and hostile stillness, where had been such life and stir and warm comradeship before. He delivered himself of the brief details of the diary's first day, and did it with some confidence and a fair degree of eagerness. It fell flat. There was an awkward pause. The two rows of men sat like statues. There was no movement, no sound.
Show it, then. The Mistress said " He paused, and waved his hand rapidly to and fro before his eyes, as if he were brushing away some visionary confusion or entanglement. "Which was it last?" he said "Mistress or Maid? Mistress? No. Maid speaks, of course. Loud. Positive. 'You scoundrels. Keep away from that table. The Diary's there. Number Nine, Caldershaws. Ask for Dandie.
This not alone from that indescribable coyness which all have experienced in addressing even those with whom they are most intimate, in the early, half-unrevealed, and mystic emotions of first love, but because Lady Diary's letters had been so full of her sister's declining health, of her own anxieties and fears, that he had shrunk from giving her a new subject of anxiety; and a confidence full of hope and joy seemed to him unfeeling and unseasonable.
"Hullo, King, you're all right. When this diary's published some day, you'll figure all serene," said Telson, laughing. "Wait a bit," said King, "your turn's coming." "`At breakfast sit opposite Telson. He eats vulgar. Thou shouldest not talk with thy mouth full, Telson, I prithee." The readers fairly broke down at this point.
There was the more impetuous Maurice leading the charge at Nieuport. A little further on, the hero might retrace the eventful story of his own life. He was a child at his widowed mother's knee. He was at the altar with Diary's hand in his. He was landing at Torbay. He was swimming through the Boyne.
My diary's right up to date," Steve went on. "Things are quiet just now. They'll get busy later." He swung into the saddle and held out a hand. "So long," he said, as the Corporal promptly gripped it. "So long, sir. And good luck." "Thanks." The horse moved away and Steve passed round to Nita. He drew rein opposite the door but did not dismount.
Two on that seat made a tight fit. Bailey took up the reins. Debby leaned forward and peered around the edge of the curtains. "You!" she shouted. "You, Miss What's-your-name Dorcas! Come here a minute. I want to tell you somethin'." The schoolmistress, her face red and her eyes moist, approached. "I just wanted to say," explained Debby, "that I ain't real sure as that diary's there.
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