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She looked comfortable, almost happy, as she smoked her cigarette in the arm-chair. Alexina curled up on the bed. "Now, Gora," she said brightly, "give an account of yourself." Gora did not reply for a moment and Alexina examining her again came to the conclusion that she had been spared some of the horrors of the front.
Rybalts sang about him in their songs, citing him as an example of honor and gallantry, praising his name as much as the names of Zawisza of Garbow and Farurej, Skarbek of Gora, Dobek of Olesnica, Janko Nanszan, Mikolaj of Moskorzowo, and Zandram of Maszkowic. At this moment he was the representative of the king, therefore to attack him was to put one's head under the executioner's axe.
The words were spoken idly, merely to avert a pause, and forgotten as soon as uttered. But as a matter of fact the next time they met was when he looked up from his cot in the hospital after he had been retrieved from the hut by two of his devoted Tommies, and saw the odd pale eyes of Gora Dwight close above his own. Gora closed the door of Mrs.
"Gora Dwight is too wonderful looking for words. We are all crazy over her. All the artists want to paint her already. Her coloring and style are unique and she suggests tragedy with those marvelous pale eyes in that dark face those heavy dark brows and heavy masses of hair.
Happiness at the highest pitch, not makeshifts....The horrors, the obstacles, the very demons in our own characters were second thoughts on the part of Life either to satisfy her own spite or to throw her highest purpose into stronger relief. I'll have the highest or nothing." "But that is not everything. There must be other things to make it lasting. Gora would make a great companion."
The Cornplanter, with forty-eight chiefs of the Six Nations, were now deputed to a grand council of the Miami confederates held at Au Glaize on the Maumee in the fall of 1792. "There were so many nations," says the Cornplanter, "that we cannot tell the names of them. There were three men from the Gora Nations; it took them a whole season to come, and twenty-seven nations from beyond Canada."
Gora recalled the day when she had walked slowly past those mansions, staring at each in turn as she assimilated the disheartening and infuriating fact that she and the children that inhabited them belonged to different worlds. Her family at that time lived in a cottage at the wrong end of Taylor Street Hill, and, Mrs.
"Oh," she said calmly, although her nerves still shuddered. "You must walk like a fairy. I didn't hear you." "One must pick one's way through rubbish." "Ghastly ruin, isn't it?" "Life is ghastly." Alexina made no reply lest she deny this assertion out of the wonder of her own experience. She guessed what Gora had come for and that she was feeling as elemental as she looked.
Maria had asked a number of her girlhood friends in for luncheon, and they were to exchange reminiscences in the old house over a table laden as of yore with the massive Ballinger silver, English cutglass, and French china. Alexina was about to take refuge with Janet Maynard. Her door opened unceremoniously and Gora entered. Alexina caught her breath as she saw her sister-in-law's eyes.
But for some obscure reason it made Gora happier to hate them all, and when she had passed her examinations victoriously, and taken every prize, except for tidiness and deportment, she said good-by with some regret to the teachers, who had admired and encouraged her but did not pretend to love her, and announced as soon as she arrived at home that she should enter the High School at the beginning of the following term.
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