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He will not wait for the grinding of the mill, I fancy." Lamar did not smile. It was womanish in the man, when the life of great nations hung in doubt before them, to go back so constantly to little Floy sitting in the lap of her old black maumer. But he did it, with the quick thought that to-night he must escape, that death lay in delay. While Dorr talked, Lamar glanced significantly at Ben.
The girl continued to stir the pot, and then said without looking up, but as if also continuing a train of aggressive thoughts with her occupation: "Eay, but 'e's so set oop in 'issen 'ee doan't take orders from nobbut leastways doctor. Moinds 'em now moor nor a floy. Says 'ee knaws there nowt wrong wi' 'is 'eart. Mout be roight how'siver, sarten sewer, 'is 'EAD'S a' in a muddle!
Now Miss Floy, you come along with me, and don't go hanging back like a naughty wicked child, that judgments is no example to, don't." In spite of being thus adjured, and in spite also of some hauling on the part of Susan Nipper, little Florence broke away, and kissed her new friend affectionately, but Susan Nipper made a charge at her, and swept her out of the room.
And so led him to the Federal camp. The afternoon grew colder, as he stood looking out of the guard-house. Snow began to whiten through the gray. He thrust out his arm through the wicket, his face kindling with childish pleasure, as he looked closer at the fairy stars and crowns on his shaggy sleeve. If Floy were here! She never had seen snow.
Paul now slipped away from the cushioned corner of a sofa, which had been his post of observation, and went downstairs into the tea-room to be ready for Florence, whom he had not seen for nearly a fortnight, as he had remained at Doctor Blimber's on the previous Saturday and Sunday, lest he should take cold. 'But what is the matter, Floy? asked Paul, almost sure that he saw a tear there.
"There, poor dear!" "Oh, well, Miss Floy! and won't your pa be angry neither?" cried a quick voice at the door, proceeding from a short, brown womanly girl of fourteen, with little snub nose, and black eyes like jet beads, "when it was tickerlerly given out that you wasn't to go and worrit the nurse." "She don't worry me," was the surprised rejoinder of Polly. "I'm very fond of children.
When the flakes had melted off, he took a case out of his pocket to look at Floy. His sister, a little girl who had no mother, nor father, nor lover, but Lamar. The man among his brother officers in Richmond was coarse, arrogant, of dogged courage, keen palate at the table, as keen eye on the turf.
I was fond of Walter! The feeble hand waved in the air, as if it cried 'good-bye! to Walter once again. 'Now lay me down, he said, 'and, Floy, come close to me, and let me see you! Sister and brother wound their arms around each other, and the golden light came streaming in, and fell upon them, locked together. 'How fast the river runs, between its green banks and the rushes, 'Floy!
She looked quickly at her to note if she were as earnest as her voice sounded. The dark eyes smiled daringly, defiantly at her. "I am no sorceress," she answered evasively but lightly; "look in the glass and see." "You remind me of Floy Tyrrell. Pooh! Let us talk of something else. Then it can't be Wednesdays?" "It can be any day. "Do you know how Mr.
He thought of these Snake-hunters who had found in the war a peculiar road for themselves downward with no gallows to stumble over, fancied he saw them skulking through the fields at Cedar Creek, closing around the house, and behind them a mass of black faces and bloody bayonets. Floy alone, and he here, like a rat in a trap! "God keep my little girl!" he wrote, unsteadily. "God bless you, Floy!"
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