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If ever a mother gave up everything for her children, you have done so, Fanny, and you needn't deny it. But tell me about Gabriella. How thankful you ought to be that she has given up that work in a store!" "If it had been God's will, I suppose I must have borne it, Lydia, but I felt as if it was killing me." "The dear child has a strong character," observed Mrs.
"Let me say this: I MIGHT not! If I should not, have no fear about the future; I have none; it will all be well with ME in Eternity." He lay quiet a moment, his face turned off. She had buried hers on the bed. The flood of tears would come. He turned over, and seeing it laid his hand on it very lightly. "If it be so, Gabriella, I hope all the rest of your life you will be happy.
I'm glad to see you. I been hearing a heap about you from the superintendent." Gabriella already loved him! When they were seated in the buggy, he took up six-sevenths of the space. She was so close to him that it scared her so close that when he turned his head on his short, thick neck to look at her, he could hardly see her. "He has a little slip of a wife," explained Gabriella to herself.
Fowler, the vitality of George's voice sounded almost brutal, and he added just as carelessly when the front door had shut softly: "The old man looks seedy, doesn't he, mother?" A worried look brought out three startling lines in Mrs. Fowler's forehead, and Gabriella observed suddenly that there were tiny crow's feet around her blue eyes where the whites were flecked ever so faintly with yellow.
Come as quick as you can!" she cried excitedly, and sped back again to the shelter of the artificial rose-bushes at the end of the hall. Rising hurriedly, and brushing the scraps of silk from her cloth skirt as she walked, Gabriella followed the sound of Madame's wheedling voice, and found herself, as she parted the curtains of a fitting-room, in the opulent presence of Mrs. Pletheridge.
Even the grotesqueness of her appearance of her fantastic mantle trimmed with bugles, made from her best wrap in the 'seventies, of her full alpaca skirt, with its wide hem stiffened by buckram, of her black cotton gloves, and her enormous black broadcloth bag even these things could not extinguish the pleasure Gabriella felt in the meeting.
Would you indeed consent that the world should know that it was your father who had committed so dark a crime? Would you, Gabriella?" "I would far rather be covered with ignominy as a daughter, than disgrace as a wife," I answered, while burning blushes dyed my cheeks at the possibility of the last. "The first will not reflect shame or humiliation on you.
As he passed under the poplar tree the gray squirrel darted gaily along a bough over his head, but he did not look up, and a minute later Gabriella saw him cross the street and vanish beyond the pointed yew tree in the yard at the corner. "I wonder if this is the end?" she thought bitterly, and she knew that even if it were the end, that even if she died of it, she could never give way.
To a superficial observer, Fanny would probably have appeared merely an attractive girl, of Jane's willowy type, with something of Jane's trite prettiness of feature; but to Gabriella, who suffered from a maternal obliquity of vision, she seemed both brilliant and beautiful.
"If you like, dear, but they'll have to be altered a little. The coat doesn't quite fit across the shoulders." "You're a dandy, kid, a regular dandy," observed O'Hara, with humorous gravity. After a few moments Archibald rushed off again, and Gabriella made an uncertain movement to follow him. "I must go," she said, without rising, and added abruptly: "So you got on in spite of everything?"
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