Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 29, 2025
But that was eight years ago. Now Emeline could see that she had reached more, she had passed her prime. She began to see that the moods of those early years, however violent and changing, had been fed upon secret springs of hope, hope vague and baseless enough, but strong to colour a girl's life with all the brightness of a thousand dawns.
And," with a half smile, "if I was you I'd stay keepin' lights; it, or somethin' else, has improved you a whole lot. Good-by." Then he sprang forward. "Emeline," he cried, "Emeline, wait. You mustn't go. I can't let you go this way. I . . . What's that?" "That" was the sound of horse's feet and the rattle of wheels. The lightkeeper ran to the window. "It's Henry G.'s grocery cart," he said.
Are the obstacles all passed?" "No," said Emeline. He was making her ask herself that most insidious question, "Why could not the other have been like this?" "Tell me can you say, 'I hate you, now?" "No," said Emeline. "I have grown to be a better man since you said you hated me. The miracle cannot be forced. Next time?" He spoke wistfully. "No," Emeline answered, holding to the bush.
That meant that there had been no quarrel, but merely a temporary separation. That she and he were still friendly. That they had been in correspondence and that the "inventor" was coming back to take his old place as autocrat in the household with all his old influence over Emeline. Seth's new-found courage and manhood had vanished at the thought.
Emeline, I believe you was worried about me, same as I was about you. More'n that," he added, conviction and exultation in his tone, "I don't believe 'twas eggs that fetched you here this mornin' at all. I believe you came to find out if we if I was all right. Didn't you?" "I didn't come to SEE you, be sure of that," with emphatic scorn. "I know.
For a little while after George's going, Emeline had indeed frequently used the term "if I marry again," but of late years she had rather softened to his memory, and enjoyed abusing other men while she revelled in a fond recollection of George's goodness. "God knows I was only a foolish girl," Emeline would say, resting cold wet feet against the open oven door while Julia pressed a frill.
Emeline really was all these things at times, and suspected it, but she had never been shown how to do anything else, and she denied all charges noisily. One night when Julia was about four George stamped out of the house, after a tirade against the prevailing disorder and some insulting remarks about "delicatessen food."
"Oh, I don't know!" Mrs. Cox cackled out a shrill "Doctors don't know nothing, anyway!" "Emeline sent for me," Mrs. Torney said in a sad, droning voice. "Mamma just couldn't manage it, Julia; she's getting on; she can't do everything. So me and Regina gave up the Oakland house, and we've been here three weeks.
Her lips were formed in scarlet on a naturally pale face. Billy Wentworth considered her weakly. He preferred the robust arm outlined by Roxy's homespun sleeve. And yet she had a sympathetic knowledge of men which he felt, without being able to describe, as the most delicate flattery. The King of Beaver approached Emeline.
If Aunt Emeline can't come to stay with the children, what are we going to do?" Mr. Bobbsey sat looking at Aunt Emeline's letter, reading parts of it over again. Mrs. Bobbsey watched her husband. The Bobbsey twins looked at their father and mother. A great hope was beginning to come into the hearts of Bert and Nan.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking