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Those I just spoke of those we are trying to read together. The signs that ambition and desire are folly, that the sun of the drama has set, that the matter isn't worth talking about, that it has ceased to be an interest for serious folk, and that everything everything, I mean, that's anything is over.
"Oh, yes," replied Flossie, "and they'll both be sick, and you be the doctor and come and feel their pulses. Aunt Hazel has my doll's little medicine bottles in the house. She'll tell you where they are." Hazel paused. "Let's not play that," she returned, "because it isn't fun to be sick and you're going to be all done with sickness."
"Now, Jean, that isn't fair," said Polly laughing. "You know I'd be the very last one to hold up Aunt Jane as an example, only she has such good times with her everlasting old people that I thought we might do something like it."
They don't do good things because they are told to do them, but because they feel them to be beautiful, splendid, attractive; and they avoid having anything to do with evil things, because such things are ugly and repellent." "But when you have to do a thoroughly disagreeable thing," said Vincent, "there often isn't anything beautiful about it either way. I'll give you a small instance.
They called me up to advise me to sell out, and the price is off over three points. I could have got out at a profit this morning; but no, sir; not I. I had to be away, trying to buy some camphor." Hopkins was impressed. Gilmartin perceived it and went on, with an air of comical wrath which he thought was preferable to indifference: "It isn't the money I mind so much as the tough luck of it.
They treated Billy and me as if we were a pair of guardian angels. Then we had dinner together, with Mandy and William in the background beaming. And that night I told Billy all about it. "Isn't it beautiful, Billy? They are going to live on the old Davenant place, and it is to be their home." Everybody calls on us now.
The old lady said she would rent it the next time, but she had said it so many times! Well, well, well. Broke, too. It is a sad world, isn't it? Did you ever pray for death? "'No, I did not. And if you will excuse me, I think perhaps you had better fight it out with the landlady. I have paid a month's rent in advance.
Wig has the crossed flags that's the signalling badge, and the fellows say he can make the sky talk. Believe me, he can make it shout. He isn't so bad considering that he's a Raven and there's one good thing about him anyway and that's that his mother always gives us cookies and things when we go on a hike.
'Well, you can move there to-morrow if you like. 'Perhaps I had better wait till I have done my work. 'Very good; but you won't work there, you know. My father will sit to you in his own apartments. 'Oh, it isn't that; it's the fear of running away, like that gentleman three days ago. 'Three days ago? What gentleman? Mr. Ashmore asked.
Indeed Squire Cassilis seems to be even more self-satisfied, and smiling than ordinary, to-night, or at least Bellew imagines so. "You are still agriculturally inclined, I see," said Mr. Cassilis, nodding towards the spade, "though it's rather a queer time to choose for digging, isn't it?"
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