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She would not let Kezia go because she wanted to speak to him alone; I did not know it at the time, but I remember waking up and hearing voices near me, and there were the doctor and grandmamma. She was in her indoors dress just as usual, for me not to guess she had been out. I sat up, feeling much the better for my sleep. Dr.
Make my compliments to your father, and tell him I think you both much improved by your winter in Town. Good-bye, my dears. Mrs Kezia, I wish you a safe and pleasant journey." "I thank you, Madam, and wish you every blessing," said my Aunt Kezia, with a warm clasp of Grandmamma's hand, which I am sure she would think sadly countrified.
She did it with her eyes open as I often tell her, but she has never got over the basement. It does not agree with her constitution, and it never will." "I suppose Kit is Mrs. Martin's child?" asked Malcolm, as he digested this information. Then Caleb gave a dry little laugh. "Bless you, no, sir. Kezia never had any family. That was always a sore point with her.
I dare say I feel it more than my sisters, having lived in Carlisle all my life, so to speak: and as to my Aunt Kezia, I do believe, if she had her garden, and orchard, and kitchen, and dairy, and her work-box, and a Bible, and Prayer-book, and The Compleat Gentlewoman, she would be satisfied to live at the North Pole or anywhere.
"He says that very few give their lives to or for any cause. They nearly always give them for a person." "Mr Keith must be a hero of chivalry," drawled Mr Parmenter, showing his white teeth in a lazy laugh. "Chivalry ought to be another name for Christian courage and charity," saith my Aunt Kezia. "Ay, child Mr Keith is right. It is a pity it isn't always the right person."
She did not dare to knock at the cottage door; she could not bear to speak to Mrs. Eden; she dreaded the sight of Mrs. Grey or Kezia, and she gazed wistfully at the house, longing, yet fearing, to know what was passing within it. She wandered up and down the field, and at last was trying to make up her mind to return home, when she heard footsteps behind her, and turning, saw Mr.
That was the clock of Brocklebank Church striking twelve. I should be ever so much too late for dinner; and what would my Aunt Kezia say?
It won't do now, you know." "But you don't mean, Aunt Kezia, that we are to call her Mother!" cried Fanny, in a most beseeching tone. "My dear, that must be as your father wishes. He may allow you to call her Mrs Courtenay. That is what I shall call her." "Isn't it dreadful!" said poor Fanny.
I would not have Hatty get hold of it for all the world. And as to my Aunt Kezia I believe she would whip me and send me to bed if she read only the last page. Here comes Ambrose Catterall up the walk, and I must go down, though I do not expect there will be any fun.
There are two or three people that I would give a good deal for, and I am quite sure they will not be here; and I should think Cecilia dear at three-farthings, with Sir Anthony thrown in for the penny. I wish I were making jumballs in the kitchen at Brocklebank, and could have a good talk with my Aunt Kezia afterwards!
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