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It would be scandalous; you, a girl working for her living, and me, a married woman with a husband to work for me " "I know which I'd rather be," Julia remarked. "So do I," said Marie, with a quick intake of breath. They looked at each other a little defiantly, but did not proceed to any enlightenment.

One of their performances was the famous "Julia Garland," so named in honor of Mademoiselle de Rambouillet, who was known by the name of "Julie d'Angennes."

Whereupon, Patricia, having given the wanderer what was in reality several meals condensed into one, had retired with him to think things over. "It really seems as if you'd been meant for me," she told him now; "I found you. I can't see why Aunt Julia won't look at things in a proper light. I'm afraid she hurt your feelings.

Irritated by the disappointment, he arose, threw on his garments, and muttering a confused apology, left the chamber, taking with him a light. As he closed the door behind him, Julia burst into a gay silvery laugh. 'Poor old man! she said to herself, 'how disconcerted he is! I could scarce keep myself from laughing.

This Julia Lehntman was an unattractive girl enough, harsh featured, dull and stubborn as had been her heavy german father. Mrs. Lehntman did not trouble much with her, but gave her always all she wanted that she had, and let the girl do as she liked. This was not from indifference or dislike on the part of Mrs. Lehntman, it was just her usual way.

"Well, and then I says," Herbert continued; "I says: 'It's phosphorus, Aunt Julia. I guess there's hardly anybody in the world doesn't know more than Aunt Julia, except about dresses and parasols and every other useless thing under the sun. She says: 'My! I always thought it was sulphur! Said nobody ever told her it wasn't sulphur!

And now Jim approved, and Julia had to hide in the depth of her hurt soul the fact that she had never dreamed he COULD approve. However tired, he liked to come home to the necessity of immediately assuming evening dress, and going out into the night again.

During the early days of the Minister's illness, when, as we have seen, all the political world of England were turning their coaches and six towards the Castle Inn, it came to be the custom for Julia to go every morning to the little bridge over the Kennet, thence to watch the panorama of departures and arrivals; and for Sir George to join her there without excuse or explanation, and as if, indeed, nothing in the world were more natural.

One afternoon, after a long vigil in which, unaccountably, Julia had not appeared, he started to return to camp. It was a late twilight and a black, velvety one. The trees against a darkening curtain of sky had turned to bunches of tangled shadow, the reefs and rocks against the papery white of the sand to smutches and blobs of soot.

"You have but a week. But, have you no reluctance? Is there nothing that you regret to leave? Speak freely, Julia. Your mother, your friends would you not prefer to remain with them?" She placed her hands on my shoulders, laid her head close to my bosom and murmured how softly, how sweetly in the touching language of the Scripture damsel.