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Updated: June 12, 2025
"What geese you girls are! you are always thinking of love, and weddings, and orange-blossoms." "It is only for you I think about them," said Emmeline. "I know there is something to tell. Dear Herbert, do tell me." "There is a young bachelor duke coming here to-morrow. He has a million a-year, and three counties all his own; he has blue eyes, and is the handsomest man that ever was seen.
"But why do I say this to thee Nicholas? because I am sore it is ever thus we are all human, and must cry to someone." So after all there is some meaning in my journal. "One must cry to someone!" Burton is delighted that I shall write a book! He wrote at once to my aunt Emmeline to tell her that I was better. I have her letter with congratulations in it to-day.
"Oh, oh," said Lynn. "Oh, I wish mamma was here. Oh, I don't like your story a bit, Paul." "Silly," said Paul, "this is only a book mother it doesn't hurt book mothers to die. Now just stop interrupting me. Well, she died she's just got to die or the rest of the story can't happen. The beautiful mother died, 'and one day when Emmeline was sitting in the spachius drawing-room of the castle "
Then Dick with a single stroke of the cane put Henry's hat on. "I did it for Mrs Sims," said Dick regretfully, "and she said it was the image of him." "Maybe the hat's not big enough," said Emmeline, turning her head from side to side as she gazed at the picture. It looked right, but she felt there must be something wrong, as Mr Button did not applaud.
Hamilton whenever they could, declared it was the greatest inconsistency to take Emmeline to the Opera, and permit her to appear so often in company at home, and yet in other matters he so strict; why could she not bring her out at once, instead of only tantalizing her? but Mrs. Hamilton could never do anything like anybody else.
A child is all in all to a mother, though a parent is but one link in the life of a child; yet my children have so long looked on me as a friend, that, perhaps, I feel this loss of confidence the more painfully." "But you will regain it, my Emmeline; our Caroline is only dazzled now, she will soon discover the hollowness of Annie's professions of everlasting friendship." Mrs.
He loved me, he knew I could not be his, and it was for this his living was resigned, for this he departed; and had he cause to blush for this? pure, honourable, as was his love, too noble, too unselfish to urge aught that could bid Emmeline forget her duty to her parents for love of him; bearing every calumny, even the prejudice, the harshness of my father, rather than confess he loved me.
The source of those secret and silent tears she could not trace, she only knew their cause was one of sorrow, and yet she loved Mary. The pleading earnestness of Emmeline had, after some little difficulty, obtained the consent of her mother to her accompanying her father and brother, on condition, however, of her not agitating Mary by any unconstrained display of sorrow.
Her face was beautiful, powdered with tiny freckles; especially under the eyes, which were of a deep, tranquil blue-grey. She half sat, half lay on her left side; whilst before her, quite close, strutted up and down on the grass, a bird, with blue plumage, coral-red beak, and bright, watchful eyes. The girl was Emmeline Lestrange.
My very dear aunt, since the moment I came home till this instant my hands have trembled, and my head whirled with business, but the delightful hope of seeing my dear father and mother at Bristol is in fine perspective at the end. My father has just written the kindest letter possible, and Emmeline is transcribing his directions about our journey.
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