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But Francis showed such signs of excitement as well as exhaustion, that Kirsty saw she must not let him talk longer. 'Or I'll tell ye what! she added: ye'll tell father and mother and me the haill tale, this verra nicht, or maybe the morn's mornin. Ye maun hae an egg noo, and a drappy o' milk creamy milk, Francie! Ye aye likit that!
You desired it?" "Why I didn't desire it but Mr. Flack did." "Why do you know such ruffians? Where was your father?" the old man groaned. "I thought he'd just be nice about my picture and give pleasure to Mr. Waterlow," Francie went on. "I thought he'd just speak about my being engaged and give a little account; so many people in America would be interested."
I don't care what Francie says and does, only, if she were not my sister, I would never speak to her again.
He sat with Alice near the piano where Francie and her governess were playing duets, listening without listening to his companion's jerky talk those pathetic attempts to attract him which so many second-rate girls were not too proud to make obvious to his keen apprehension. Claud Dalzell's distinction was that he was the most polished young man of his social circle.
There was nobody who could write a poem like 'Paradise Lost, or 'Childe Harold'; either of which made you feel that you really had read something. Still, it was nice for Francie to have something to occupy her; while other girls were spending money shopping she was making it!
Them prickles o' beard reminds me o' the insides o' Mrs. Sherman's big music-box. I wonder what tune you'd play if I run your chin in. Go on, now, an' attend to Francie, like I told you to. She needs to have her mind took off'n herself."
When at length they encountered Miss Francie how pretty she looked as she came along the pathway through the gorse, in her simple costume of dark gray, with a brown velvet hat and brown tan gloves! it was in vain that he tried to dissuade her from giving up the rest of the afternoon to her small protégés.
You, pardon me, have nothing to do with the matter in hand. 'That is the answer of a coward, returned Kirsty, her cheek flaming at last. 'You know the guileless nature of your old schoolmaster, and take advantage of it! You know that the poor girl has not a man to look to, and you will not have a woman befriend her! It is cowardly, ungrateful, mean, treacherous. You are a bad man, Francie!
"My poor child, when one knows you as I do !" murmured Mme. de Brecourt with an arm round her. "There's a lady who helps him Mr. Flack has told me so," the girl continued. "She's a literary lady here in Paris she writes what he tells her. I think her name's Miss Topping, but she calls herself Florine or Dorine," Francie added. "Miss Dosson, you're too rare!"
'As I was going to say, you can't take the place of a brother to her, Kirsty, else I should know how to answer you! It's awkward when a lady takes you to task, he added with a drawl. 'Dinna trouble yer heid aboot that, Francie: hert ye hae little to trouble aboot onything! rejoined Kirsty. Then changing to English as he had done, she went on: 'I claim no consideration on that score.
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