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Tuck it in close about your neck." David made the attempt. He was not thinking. "This way!" And Gabriella showed him by using her fingers around her own neck and collar. He tried again and failed, standing before her with a mingling of embarrassment and stubborn determination. "That will never do!" she cried with genuine concern.
Remember, my child, that it is not by the exhibition of idolatrous affection, that a wife secures a husband's happiness. It is by patient continuance in well-doing, that she works out the salvation of her wedded peace. Sit down by me, Gabriella; draw up your work-table; for one can listen best when their hands are busy.
Seventeen years ago the Gabriella of Hill Street would have had only disdain for the newly rich and their problems; but life, which had softened her judgment and modified her convictions, had completely reversed her inherited opinion of such a case as O'Hara's.
At the image his temper changed as if by magic, and crossing the room, he bent down and kissed her with a fierceness that bruised her lips. "I adore you, Gabriella," he said. Though she had seen these sudden changes in him before, she had never grown wholly used to them.
"Oh, these brother friends!" she exclaimed, with a burst of musical laughter, "how very near they seem! But wait, Gabriella, till you see my brother, he is one to boast of." "Edith!" said her mother. Edith turned her blue eyes from me to her mother, with a look of innocent surprise. The tone seemed intended to check her, yet what had she said?
"He was crazy about me to the very last, you never saw anything like it. Of course we weren't a bit alike, I don't mind telling you so, Gabriella, because I know you'll never repeat it.
Carr, who could not bear the mildest rebuke without tears; "I only said to Pussy that Gabriella knew a great deal more already than she ought to, and I'm sure I'm not to blame for it. If I'd had my way she would have been just as sheltered as other girls." "Don't cry, mother, it isn't your fault," said Gabriella. "Uncle Meriweather, if you make mother cry I'll never forgive you.
She was wearing a morning gown made, as all her house gowns were made, after the princess style, and Gabriella could see the tight expanse of her bosom rising and falling under a garniture of purple and silver passementerie.
As Gabriella looked at the sleeping children, who had kicked the covering away, and lay with round rosy limbs gleaming in the lamplight, she remembered that Arthur Peyton was coming at nine o'clock to take her to Florrie's party, and she told herself with grim determination that she would never go to a party again.
Why don't you move over to the table?" "I can see perfectly, thank you, Gabriella." "I hate to see you working. Let me finish those buttonholes." "I'd rather get through them myself, dear." "Have you seen Jane to-day?" "No." "Has Cousin Pussy been here?" "No." "Did you get out for a walk?" "No."
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