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They talked of nothing but Florrie until the women went into the drawing-room; and there, from the safe haven of a window, Gabriella listened to Florrie's ceaseless prattle about herself. She was as egotistical, as effervescent, as she had been as a schoolgirl; and it seemed to Gabriella that she was hardly a day older.
Sometime you may not use horses in your carriage. You may have a horse that was designed for you." "I think," said Gabriella, "I should prefer a horse that was designed for itself."
While he sobbed out his accusations against nurse, Gabriella, holding his hand tightly in hers, turned toward Fifth Avenue, and by the time he was pacified, they had walked several blocks together, with nurse and Fanny sedately bringing up the rear.
At the next corner they parted, and as the caretaker stopped to shake hands with Gabriella and thank her for a birthday present for Johnny, she added nervously: "I hope I haven't said anything that I oughtn't to have said, Mrs. Carr. Mr. O'Hara has been as good as gold to me, and I shouldn't like him to hear I'd been talking about him." "He shan't hear, I promise you"; and while Mrs.
When she had gone, Gabriella went back into the nursery, and stood looking down at little Frances, who had fallen asleep, with the smile of an angel on her face. "I wonder if I can be the least bit like Jane?" she said aloud while she watched the sleeping child.
From the first minute it was evident to Gabriella that her father-in-law adored his wife as an ideal, though he seemed scarcely aware of her as a person. He had given her his love, but his interests, his energies, his attention were elsewhere.
I told her the history of my humiliation, passion, and flight, of Richard Clyde's brave defence and undaunted resolution, of my sorrow on his account, of my shame and indignation on my own. "My poor Gabriella!" "You are not angry with me, my mother?" "Angry! No, my child, it was a hard trial, very hard for one so young. I did not think Mr. Regulus capable of so much unkindness.
For a minute he surveyed her moodily; then, rising from her side on the sofa, he took two steps to the window and looked up at the boughs of the poplar tree. The gray squirrel was still there, and he watched it attentively while he pondered his answer. Yes, the whole trouble with Gabriella was too much conscience.
I never had any," she repeated bitterly, dropping a lump of sugar into her cup. "Well, I've had my troubles, too," observed Gabriella, busily stirring the oysters. "You've had them and you'll have others. It doesn't matter nothing really matters as long as you're young. It's all a part of the game, trouble and everything else everything except old age and death.
"I suppose it isn't any worse than other attacks," answered Gabriella, "but you know what they are like." "Yes, I know," replied Charley. "Oh, Lord, don't I?" "She asked mother to send for you," continued Gabriella. "She wants you to know that she has forgiven you." "Has she?" said Charley, without elation.
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