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Updated: September 8, 2025
The master-passion of the man brought to sudden life corresponding emotions in the girl emotions that hurt and frightened her. She put her hand to his face, and touched it. He drew back, looking into her eyes. "Don't," she breathed. "Don't kiss me any more like like that." "But you love me, my girlie, sweet?" he murmured, his lips roving over her face in dear freedom. "You do!... You do!"
Everything the wrong way round! My poor Drusilla! my poor little girlie! And such a good position! Just what she's capable of filling! as well as Olivia better, with all her experience of their army. ''Tis better to have loved and lost, dear Tennyson says; but I don't know. Besides, she's done that already with poor Gerald and now, to have to face it all a second time my poor little girlie!"
"Mart, I'm going back to Sibley." He looked at her with startled eyes his brow wrinkling into sorrowful lines. "For how long?" "I don't know it may be a good while. I'm going away to think things over." Then she added, firmly, "I may not come back at all, Mart." "For God's sake, don't say that, girlie! You don't mean that!" His voice was husky with the agony that filled his throat.
Well girlie we will be out of here in less then a wk. now if we don't have no bad luck and you can bet I won't waist no time getting to where ever they send us and I hope its Cologne. So in the mean wile don't take no wood nickles and don't get impatient but be a good girlie and save up your loving for me. Tres beaucoup from Your Sammy Boy, JACK KEEFE.
Faith felt that Miss West could be a lovely friend if only she were a friend instead of a stranger! "I I'm going up to tell Mrs. Blythe," said Faith. "She always understands she never laughs at us. I always talk things over with her. It helps." "Dear girlie, I'm sorry to have to tell you that Mrs. Blythe isn't home," said Miss West, sympathetically.
You're the only girl I have; the only sweetheart I have; the only one to say good-by to me. Do you care?" The filly nuzzled at his shoulder. "I've done you dirt to-day," continued the boy a little unsteadily. "It was your race from the start. You know it; I know it. I can't explain now, Sis, how it came about. But I didn't go to do it. I didn't, girlie. You understand, don't you?
Shouldn't have had the patience myself. Go in and win. He's worth it." Tootles put her hands over her face and a great sob shook her. In an instant, Irene had her in her arms. "Dear old Tootles," she said, "it means an awful lot to you, don't it? Don't give way, girlie. You've done mighty well so far. Now follow it up, hot and fast.
"Your long-lost daughter!" said Midge, nestling in his big, comfortable embrace. "No! Can it be? This great big girl! Why, how you've grown! And yet, yes, it is! my own Marjorie Mischief Mopsy Midget Maynard! Well, I am glad you're back where you belong!" "So'm I! I tell you Father Maynard, it was awful hard to stay away so long." "I know it, girlie, and I hope it won't happen again.
I go faster and faster, beginning to get a little frightened as I feel I can't stop myself. Then granny calls out 'Take care, take care, my darling, and all in a minute I feel safe caught in her arms, and held close. It is a lovely feeling. And then I hear her say 'My little girlie must not try to run so fast alone. She might have fallen and hurt herself badly if granny had not been there.
When the hurt was very bad, Grandfather had to blow it, or Granny put the cold blade of the bread-knife on the bruise to make it well again. "Better now," said she, turning a smiling face towards her granny; the tears still hanging on the long lashes, and her cheeks gradually becoming roughened by them. "Yes, dear," answered Maren. "But, Girlie must take care."
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