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Each girl of my school shall go into life a gentler, daintier woman, more careful of her person and speech because of my having met you. Isn't that a fine thought?" "Why, you darling!" cried Mrs. Jardine. "Life is always having lovely things in store for me. Yesterday I thought Susette's leaving me as she did was the most cruel thing that ever happened to me.
Oh, she must be coming now! She always keeps one waiting like this!" The billows had surged to a storm. Signs of frenzy were visible in the faces on the platform. They had caught a glimpse of the approaching divinity. "Here she is!" cried Betty Jardine.
If you want your dinner served here and will ask for Jennie Weeks, I'd like to wait on you again." "Thank you," said Mrs. Jardine, "I shall remember that. I don't like changing waiters each meal. It gives them no chance to learn what I want or how I want it."
"Our lodgings are not far off; we have only to jump into a hansom; we should be back before the dinner-bell rings. Only this fellow has a host of engagements." "Ah!" Lady Agatha had hardly sighed when Jardine woke up as if from a dream. "Have I engagements?" he asked. "I do not remember any. Anyhow, I am a convalescent, and the privileges of convalescence are mine. I vote for that hansom, Brind."
"I'll throw the sacks across first," Festing replied. He swung them round by the straps and let them go, and when the last splashed into a boggy patch on the other side Miss Jardine laughed. "I'm selfishly glad that one is yours. If Helen's had fallen a foot short, it would have gone over the fall, but I expect she had a reason for taking the risk. Where our clothes have gone we must follow."
"To own, and to cultivate, and to bring to the highest state of efficiency at least two hundred acres of land, with convenient and attractive buildings and pedigreed stock, and to mother at least twelve perfect physical and mental boys and girls." "Oh, my soul!" cried Mrs. Jardine, falling back in her chair, her mouth agape. "My dear, you don't MEAN that? You only said that to shock me."
Jardine: "I noticed one thing this morning that is going to be balm to my soul. I passed many teachers and summer resorters going to the lecture halls and coming from them, and half of them were bareheaded, so my state will not be remarkable, until I can get another hat." "'God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform," laughingly quoted Mrs. Jardine.
He's as badly crushed out of existence as my beautiful hat." "You never should have been wearing such a hat to travel in, my dear," murmured Mrs. Jardine. "Certainly not!" said Kate. "I knew it. My sister told me that. Common sense told me that! But what has that got to do with the fact that I WAS wearing the hat? I guess I have you there!" "Far from it!" said Mrs. Jardine.
Jardine to Sir George Bowen, reporting the arrival of the sons, and epitomising the events of the journey, together with the report of Dr. Haran, R.N., Surgeon in charge of the detachment of Royal Marines, on the climate of Cape York, showing its great salubrity, are also added: Somerset, March 1st, 1865.
Mary said sleepily. They had met a good many people during the day, so the question was a pardonable one. "Of whom! Why, of Mr. Jardine! Who else could it be?" She lifted her arms about her head, and the loose white sleeves of her gown fell away from their roundness and softness. "What a man!" she said, with a long sigh. "What a man! That is life, if you like. How tame the others seem beside him!"
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