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And while we were still crying out at him, Ellen Fordyce and her father appeared, like mirth bidding good-morrow, at the window.
Thanks to its weird magicians, you may be seas or continents away from her whom your soul loveth, yet "at her window bid good-morrow" as punctually as if you lived next door; or serenade her by electricity at all hours of the night.
May was bidding June good-morrow, and the roses were just dreaming that it was almost time to wake, when John came again into the quiet room which now seemed the Eden that contained his Eve. Of course there was a jubilee; but something seemed to have befallen the whole group, for never had they appeared in such odd frames of mind.
"Good-morrow, good fellow," said Robin cheerily, "methinks by the bow you bear in your hand that you should be a good archer." "Indifferent good," said the other returning his greeting; "but 'tis not of archery that I am thinking this morning, for I have lost my way and would fain find it again." "By my faith, I could have believed 'twas your wits you'd lost!" thought Robin smiling.
"Good-morning, father," said Charles Henry, with forced gayety, as he offered his hand to his father. "You slept so late to-day, and went to bed so early yesterday, that I have not been able to speak to you since our first greeting. So I bid you good-morrow now." The old man looked quietly at him, but he did not take the proffered hand, and tried to pass him.
The next morning after our last interview I set out, as usual, to bid good-morrow to my father. My uneasy thoughts led me unaware to extend my walk, till I reached the door of a watchmaker with whom my servant had, some time before, left a watch to be repaired. It occurred to me that, since I was now on the spot, I might as well stop and make some inquiry about it.
Accordingly, he again walked toward the public-house, keeping the middle of the bridge. "Good-morrow, friend," said the publican, as Shamus a third time passed his door. "Sarvant kindly, sir," answered Shamus, respectfully pulling down the brim of his hat, and increasing his pace. "Am early hour you choose for a morning walk," continued his new acquaintance.
"Good-morrow, friends," spoke a soft voice, and from behind some bushes a feminine form arose, whether maid or matron could not be determined at once, so voluminous were her wrappings. Her whole exterior, as well as her speech, showed that she belonged to the Society of Friends. A long cloak of dark-gray superfine cloth enveloped her form completely.
He had meant to treat her as he had used to do those work-girls a little wine, a little wooing, a little folly and passion, idle as a butterfly and brief as a rainbow one midsummer day and night then a handful of gold, a caress, a good-morrow, and forgetfulness ever afterwards that was what he had meant when he had brought her out to the forest of Soignies. But she was different, this child.
So it was in a timid voice that Mary wished her usual good-morrow, and her heart sunk within her a little, when Job, with a form of civility, bade her welcome in that dwelling, where, until now, she had been too well assured to require to be asked to sit down. She took a chair. Margaret continued silent. "I'm come to speak to you about this about Jem Wilson."
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