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The bits of truth you aimed at me wittingly would have been nothing if they had not come through that medium." "Then apparently one's prime efforts ought to be directed to oneself." "One's first efforts, certainly. Your silent example was the first thing that moved me." "Silent example!" said Fleda catching her breath a little.
Only Cynthia was there. "Where is grandpa, Cynthy?" "He went off into his room a half an hour ago. I believe he's laying down. He ain't right well, I s'pect. What's made you so late?" "O they kept me," said Fleda. Her gayety suddenly sobered, she took off her bonnet and coat and throwing them down in the kitchen stole softly along the passage to her grandfather's room.
"I don't know if you'll make me a cup of tea I'll take it up to her, Barby." "You put yourself down there," said Barby placing her with gentle force in a chair, "you'll do no such a thing till I see you look as if there was some blood in you. I'll take it up myself." But Fleda held her, though with a hand much too feeble indeed for any but moral suasion. It was enough.
Quackenboss," said Fleda when she had the power and the chance to speak again, "I am very sorry you should have to take this trouble; but unfortunately the art of driving oxen is not among Mr. Skillcorn's accomplishments." "My dear Miss Ringgan!" said the doctor, "I I nothing I assure you could give me greater pleasure than to drive my oxen to any place where you would like to have them go."
Carleton, "while that puff of smoke would lead one person's imagination only down the chimney to the kitchen fire, it would take another's where did yours go?" said he suddenly turning round upon her. Fleda met his eye again, without speaking; but her look had perhaps more than half revealed her thought, for she was answered with a smile so intelligent and sympathetic that she was abashed.
"When was this, Marion?" "Last spring." "Last spring! then what kept you so long?" "Because of the arrival of eyes that I was afraid of. I dared not make the least move that would show I could move. I came off the very first packet after I was free." "How glad you must be!" said Fleda. "Glad!" "Glad of what, Mamma?" said Rolf,. whose dreams the entrance of Barby had probably disturbed.
He spoke with the most impenetrable gravity, while Mr. Rossitur looked blank and puzzled. Fleda could hardly keep her countenance. "That row of poles," said Mr. Rossitur presently, "are they to guide you in running the furrow straight?" "Yes sir they are to mark out the crown of the stitch. I keep 'em right between the horses and plough 'em down one after another.
"I can promise for your little niece that she shall have a mother's care so long as my mother can render it." Aunt Miriam was silent, and he saw her eyes fill. "You should not have had the pain of seeing me to-day," said he gently, "if I could have known it would give you any; but since I am here, may I ask, whether it is your determination that Fleda shall go with us?"
"I am sure you do not need information on that point, sir." "As to your opinion, or the matter of fact?" said he somewhat keenly. "As to the matter of fact," said Fleda, with a glance both simple and acute in its expression. "I will not venture to say a word," said Thorn smiling. "Protestations would certainly fall flat at the gates where les douces paroles cannot enter.
All these things had at one time been part of Gabriel Druse's covenant of life, until one year in England, when Fleda, at twelve years of age, was taken ill and would have died, but that a great lady descended upon their camp, took the girl to her own house, and there nursed and tended her, giving her the best medical aid the world could produce, so that the girl lived, and with her passionate nature loved the Lady Barrowdale as she might have loved her own mother, had that mother lived and she had ever known her.
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