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The first girl who has ever been known to come up to her." Miriam flushed, half-angry and half-pleased at the adroit compliment. "And who may that be, my dear?" queried Mrs. Gray, searching about the room with her nearsighted blue eyes. "It's Anne Pierson" replied Nora. "Pierson, Pierson?" repeated the little old lady. "Why have I not met her? I do not seem to remember the name in Oakdale.
I have been careless all along of vindicating myself. I had an idea," said the young man, with involuntary disdain, "that I might trust, if not to the regard, at least to the common-sense of my friends " Here John Brown, who was near his unwary client, plucked at the Curate's coat, and brought him to a momentary half-angry pause.
"What have you done with your wife, young man?" asked his sister Elsie sportively. "We have seen nothing of her since supper." "I left her in her room," he answered in a tone in which there seemed a shade of annoyance. "Have you locked her up there for bad behavior?" asked Rosie, laughing. "Why, what do you mean, Rosie?" he returned, giving the child a half-angry glance, and coloring deeply.
Once more she was at peace but what a peace! She took off her cloak and bonnet, laid them on the bed, went to the window, sat down, and gazed, hardly seeing, out on the cold garden with its sodden earth, its leafless shrubs, and perennial trees of darkness and mourning. The meadow lay beyond, and there she did see the red cow busily feeding, and was half-angry with her.
Aunt Dora was ready to have sacrificed all the veal in the country in honour of Jack's repentance; and the Curate stood outside upon the threshold, looking at the scene with the strangest half-angry, half-comical realisation of the state of mind of the elder brother in the parable.
"She scolded me. She said.... But, anyway, I coaxed her not to tell on me." "I want to know what she said," spoke up the rider, deliberately. Lucy blushed, and it was a consciousness of confusion as well as Slone's tone that made her half-angry. "She said when I was found out there'd be a a great fuss at the Ford. There would be talk.
"Go away and leave me alone!" "I won't!" she cried back to him half-hysterically. "I won't! If if you're going to do that, you'll take me with you!" He turned round then and moved back to the path. "Who said I was going to do anything?" he demanded in a voice that sounded half-angry and half-ashamed. She answered him with absolute candour. "I saw your face just now. I couldn't help knowing.
A little low chair attracts her attention; sinking into it, she lets her chin fall into the palm of her hands, and presently is lost in painful and half-angry reflection. "Pretty nearly everybody." The words ring in her ears; does the whole county, then, look upon Fabian with averted eyes?
"But he's the cause of all the trouble he's never done anything to make you happy, or " "Stop! I take it all back I'm in a perfectly adorable humour. It was dreadfully mean of me to be half-angry with him, wasn't it? He's in there, now, working his dear old brain to pieces, and I'm out here with no brain at all," she said ruefully.
In bitter disappointment I saw that my artifice had succeeded, and that I had touched the key-note of her being. To my horror, she reminded me of a pleased, purring kitten that had been stroked in the right direction. "Your judgment is hasty and harsh," I charged myself, in half-angry accusation, loth to believe the truth.
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