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Updated: May 23, 2025
Balmy weather and a steady gait, rarely more than seven or eight knots less than two hundred miles a day; but who would be in haste to quit such conditions, where the sun rose astern daily with the joy of a giant running his course, bringing assurance of prosperity, and sank to rest ahead smiling, again behind the dimpling clouds which he tinged like mother-of-pearl.
Leaving Francis out of the question, she was freer than she had been for years. Altogether it was a bit hard to be entirely moved by lofty considerations. She wanted to stay; she knew that. "Canada's a nice place," she began, dimpling a little and looking up at Francis from under her eyelashes. "Oh, then " he began eagerly.
"Oh no, indeed, not here hereafter. We must die here, of course, but then we 'enter into eternal life. The soul lives forever." "How do you know?" she inquired. "I won't attempt to prove it to you," I hastily continued. "Let us assume it to be so. How does this idea strike you?" Again she smiled at me, that adorable, dimpling, tender, mischievous, motherly smile of hers.
In the morning when one ventured abroad he found the deer-slot dimpling all the snow on the street, and down at the shore, unafeared of man, would be solitary hinds, widows and rovers from their clans, sniffing eagerly over to the Cowal hills. Poor beasts! poor beasts!
If you are thinking of settling in the country, think also of a woman who is satisfied with white and brown to accompany you! Brown! Of all deadly colours! I should go mad in brown." Elnora laughed while she read. Her face was dimpling, as she returned the sheet. "Who's ahead?" she asked. "Who do you think?" he parried. "She is," said Elnora.
But he'd be a different Chuck, while she stayed the same Tessie. And all the while she was smiling and dimpling and trailing her hand in the water. "Bet you can't guess what I got in that lunch box." "Chocolate cake." "Well, of course I've got chocolate cake. I baked it myself this morning." "Yes, you did!" "Why, Chuck Mory, I did so! I guess you think I can't do anything, the way you talk."
She stepped behind the bar for some purpose and called to her father, who started to go to her, but before he reached her she looked up and saw me. In a moment she was by my side, smiling and dimpling in a manner fit to set the heart of an anchorite a-thumping. "I came for a lobster, Betty," I said, taking her hand, "and to see you. I was afraid you might forget me."
"And you look the better for it," Lady O'Gara answered, her brown eyes merry and her cheeks dimpling like a girl's. "We are going for Stella, to bring her back to tea. She has not been near us for some days." "Oh!" Eileen had gone back to the chilly voice. "She doesn't want to come. She finds us rather dull, I think." Lady O'Gara laughed.
She looked up and smiled at me, showing those perfect teeth, and dimpling with evident happiness the most adorable picture that I had ever seen. I recall that it was then I first regretted that she was only a little untutored savage and so far beneath me in the scale of evolution.
It was an exquisite morning, full of delicate spring tints and sounds. The harbour was sparkling and dimpling like a girl, the winds were playing hide and seek roguishly among the stunted firs, and the silver-flashing gulls were soaring over the bar. Beyond the Gate was a shining, wonderful sea. When I reached the little house on the point I saw the lamp still burning wanly in the window.
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