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But in spite of her bad behaviour he had liked her; and though his notions of propriety, and consequent condemnation of her, had undergone no change, he was kind-heartedly anxious she should come to no harm.
A few hours' journey from Ghawalkhand Sir Reginald himself met her, and here she parted with Will with renewed promises of a future meeting towards the end of the year. Sir Reginald fussed over her kind-heartedly, hoped she had enjoyed herself, thought she looked very thin, and declared that his wife was looking forward with much pleasure to her return.
The cork had not been extracted; it had been knocked into the bottle, where it still often barred the way, and there was always, as we shall see, a flavour of it in the wine. "You will get over it yet; the summer and the flowers will come to you again," she managed to whisper to him kind-heartedly, as she was going. "Thank you," he said, with that inscrutable face.
We all turned around at this familiar, clear sound and joyously, kind-heartedly looked at the pure maiden face as it smiled to us delightfully. We were accustomed and pleased to see her nose flattened against the window-pane, and the small, white teeth that flashed from under her pink lips, which were open with a smile.
"Flora," she continued, crinkling her nose ever so kind-heartedly at Greenleaf, "is Lieutenant Mandeville's cousin, you know. Didn't he tell you something back yonder in Carrollton?" Greenleaf smiled an admission and her happy eyes closed to mere chinks. What had been told was that Constance had yesterday accepted Mandeville.
Foma shuddered whenever he heard his voice or his heavy, firm steps; but when the father, smiling kind-heartedly, and talking playfully in a loud voice, took him upon his knees or threw him high up in the air with his big hands the boy's fear vanished. Once, when the boy was about eight years old, he asked his father, who had returned from a long journey: "Papa, where were you?" "On the Volga."
"Were you robbing there?" asked Foma, softly. "Wha-at?" Ignat drawled out, and his eyebrows contracted. "Aren't you a robber, papa? I know it," said Foma, winking his eyes slyly, satisfied that he had already read the secret of his father's life. "I am a merchant!" said Ignat, sternly, but after a moment's thought he smiled kind-heartedly and added: "And you are a little fool!
The light-haired fellow had a different opinion on the matter; smiling kind-heartedly, he waved his hand and said: "We don't have to think over our work! If we have it we do it! Our business is simple! When a rouble is earned thank God! we can do everything." "And do you know what's necessary to do?" questioned Foma, irritated by the contradiction. "Everything is necessary this and that."
Robin uttered a queer sound in his throat; it was almost like the moan of an animal in pain. He said nothing. She gave him an uneasy glance, but still kind-heartedly she persevered in her effort to lift him out of his depression. "She was always very friendly-like," she said. "You liked her, didn't you Robin?"
But Ignat interrupted him: "Wait, I'll ask for some cognac." "And you are keeping on drinking all the time, they say," said Foma, disapprovingly. Ignat glanced at his son with surprise and curiosity, and asked: "Is this the way to speak to your father?" Foma became confused and lowered his head. "That's it!" said Ignat, kind-heartedly, and ordered cognac to be brought to him.
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