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He turned at her voice and paused at the gate, lifting his hat. "I beg you pardon, Miss Masters, you called me?" "Yes," said Bell. "Have some lemonade?" "No, thanks." "Come in." "Thanks, not this morning. I shall see you later at Mrs. Upjohn's, I suppose." "Yes, you'll see us all later," said Miss Bell, fishing out a lemon-seed from her goblet.
The sign by which she had advertised her beer and its price had been nothing but a sheet of brown paper with letters painted in irregular brush strokes. Ann had plenty of paper. This morning she laid a sheet upon her table, and rapidly painted thereon with her brush such advertisements as these: Tea and Coffee, 3 Cents a Cup. Ginger Bread, Baked Beans, Lemonade.
Then, reading the sympathy in our eyes, she continued quickly: "I ain't denyin' that Jaspar has a right to do what he pleases with what lies out o' doors. He never interfered with me in my kitchen, never! Would you gen'lemen fancy a glass o' lemonade? No? Wal I'm glad you called in, fer I hev been feelin' kind o' lonesome lately."
"It won't be much of a blow, and we'll be as snug as a bug in a rug, here in the tent, particularly if we have that lemonade which some of you fellows were going to make." By an oversight, the lemons had been left in the boat. Binny Wallace volunteered to go for them.
The white-aproned, streamered girl who took the order for lemonade and sponge-cakes to a covered bar ornamented by advertisements of whisky, determined to adopt a composite of the styles of both the customers on her next ceremonious Sunday.
"By God, why haven't I a fair chance?" he asked, and fell back on his pillows. Lady Mildmay would have come and whispered softly to him, patted his hand, given him lemonade, and bade him try to sleep while she read softly to him. His old Aunt Maria Quisanté stood motionless, saying not a word, looking away from him. Yet she was nearer to his mood and suited him better than kind Lady Mildmay.
The lemonade is long in coming. I will inquire after it, if you will excuse me. FERDINAND. No hurry, dear Miller! Stay here a moment. What was I about to ask you? Ay, I remember! Is Louisa your only daughter? Have you no other child? I have no other, baron, and I wish for no other. That child is my only solace in this world, and on her have I embarked my whole stock of affection. Ha!
You see after we picked her up, she said she was goin' through to Wingdam. Of course there wasn't anything in the stage or on the road too good to offer her. Old Major Spaffler wanted to treat her to lemonade at every station. Judge Plunkett kep' a-pullin' down the blinds and a-h'istin' of them up to keep out the sun and let in the air.
As it was, she asked us all into the parlour and gave us Eiffel Tower lemonade and Marie biscuits. The chairs in her parlour were 'bent wood', and no flowers, except some wax ones under a glass shade, but she was very kind, and we were very much obliged to her.
Do take her to have some refreshment, like a good man. I am sure she has had nothing to eat!" I thought of the coffee, and the ices, and the lemonade and the sandwiches, but said nothing, and we sauntered across the lawn together talking in the usual ridiculous grown-up fashion. "Lovely day, isn't it?" "Quite charming. So fortunate for Mrs Darcy." "Beautiful garden, isn't it?" "Charming!
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