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Indeed, he was very often on hand at other times; dropping in after supper, and appearing with baskets, which were found to contain some of the Flandin pears or the fine red apples that grew in a corner of the lot, and were famous. Some of his own bees' honey Will brought another time, and a bushel of uncommonly fine nuts.
M. FLANDIN, an eminent dilettante and designer attached to the French embassy in Persia, has published in the last number of the Revue des Deux Mondes an interesting memoir of the ruins of Persepolis, under the title of "An Archaiological Journey in Persia."
Will Flandin came a good deal about the house, it is true; but Diana hardly knew he was there. If she thought about it at all, she was half glad, because his presence might serve to mask her silence and abstraction. She was conscious of both, and the effort to cover the one and hide the other was very painful sometimes.
Barry, the good lady who had arrived first, took out her knitting, and in a corner went over to her neighbour all the incidents of her drive, the weather, the getting out of the waggon, the elm-tree shadow, and the raspberry vinegar. Mrs. Carpenter, a well-to-do farmer's wife, gave the details of her dairy misfortunes and success to her companion on the next seat. Mrs. Flandin discussed missions.
Who's that stoppin'? Will Flandin, if I see straight; that's thoughtful of him; now he'll take you to church, Di." Will he? thought Diana. Flandin came in. Dressed in his Sunday best he always seemed to Diana specially lumbering and awkward; and to-day his hair was massed into smoothness by means of I know not what bountiful lubrication, which looked very greasy and smelt very strong of cloves.
It is a grown woman," said Mrs. Flandin; "and she looked like a wild savage. Don't the minister agree with me, that it ain't becomin' for Christian women to do such things?" It was with a smile and a sigh that the minister answered. "Where are you going to draw the line, Mrs. Flandin?" "Well! with what's decent and comfortable." "And pretty?" "La! yes," said Mrs. Salter.
The duration of the illness was in accord with the amount of arsenic found. M. Flandin agreed with this, but M. Pelouze abstained from expressing an opinion.
"How's the roads down your way?" began Mr. Flandin again. "The roads? pretty well, I believe." "They're awful, up this way, to Bear Hill. I say, Miss Starling, how do you s'pose those people lives, in that village?" "How do they? I don't know." "Beats me! they don't raise nothin', and they don't kill nothin', 'thout it's other folks's; and what they live on I would jest like to know.
"That's jes' so," said Miss Barry, her eyes glistening over her knitting, which they did not need to watch. And there was a hum of assent through the room. "I'm not sayin' nothin' agin him," said Mrs. Flandin in an injured manner; "but what I was hintin', I warn't sayin' nothin', is that he's married a" "A beauty" said Mrs. Boddington. "I don't set no count on beauty," said the other.
Flandin?" asked the lady thus in a very uncomplimentary manner referred to. "Wall ain't it true?" said Mrs. Flandin judicially. "I do not think it is true." "Wall, I'm glad to hear it, I'm sure," said the other; "but there's a word in the Scriptur' about two walking together when they ain't agreed." "Mr.
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