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Too much tea the last day or two, and not enough solid food. I've been too anxious to eat." Lida for she was that to me at once, although I had never seen her before Lida was all sympathy and sweetness. She actually asked me to go with her to a restaurant and have a real dinner. I could imagine Alma, had she known! But I excused myself. "I have to cook something for Mr.
The long black plait lay at full length along the white coverlet. At this moment Lida, strong, supple and beautiful in spite of her despair, looked younger, more full of life than ever. Through the window came warmth and radiance from the garden, and the room was bright and pleasant. Yet of all this Lida saw nothing.
A three-year-old, fifteen-mile traction connects the court-house with the Indestructo Safe Works. High Street, its entire length, is paved. During a previous mayoralty the town offered to the Lida Tool Works a handsome bonus to construct branch foundries along its river-banks, and, except for the annual flood conditions, would have succeeded.
And she listened, believed, and did not ask for proofs. As we were going home she stopped suddenly and said: "Our Lida is a remarkable person isn't she? I love her very dearly, and would be ready to give my life for her any minute. But tell me" Genya touched my sleeve with her finger "tell me, why do you always argue with her? Why are you irritated?" "Because she is wrong."
As days passed on Lida too heard of the supposed engagement between Fanny and Frank Cameron, and for once kept silent upon the subject, at least in Fanny’s presence. Dearly as she loved to discuss such matters, she felt there was something in the character of her new friend which forbade an approach to anything like jesting about so personal an affair as one’s own engagement.
She wore a tattered print dress and a ragged woollen comforter, tied across her thin shoulders and under her arms. She had walked the three miles from the harbour mouth barefooted, over a road where there was still snow and slush and mud. Her feet and legs were as purple as her face. But Lida did not mind this much.
Sarudine continued walking up and down obviously irritated, but gradually growing calmer. When the servant brought in the beer, he drank off a tumbler of the ice-cold foaming beverage with evident gusto. Then as he sucked the end of his moustache, he said, as if nothing had happened. "Lida came again to see me yesterday, A fine girl, I tell you! As hot as they make them."
"Who gave you the pretty pail, Billy?" asked Aunt Lida, who was sitting by the crib. "Tattah," said Billy, in a whisper. He always whispers my name. "Then go and kiss dear auntie. She is going away on the big boat to stay such a long time." Billy's face sobered. Then he dropped his precious pail, and came and licked my face like a little dog, which is his way of kissing.
"You could not have thought of anything sillier!" cried Sanine, breathless. By a strange coincidence it so happened that Lida had reached the very spot adjoining Sarudine's garden where first she had surrendered to him, a place, screened by dark trees from the light of the moon. Sanine had seen her in the distance, and had guessed her intention.
The handsome boy with the sad face had appealed to her very deeply, and she bore him in her thoughts a great deal; but now he came in a new guise as a lover, bold, outspoken, and persuasive. "What shall I do? Shall I tell Aunt Lida?" she asked herself, and ended by kneeling down and praying to Jesus to give the young man a new heart. In this fashion the courtship went on.
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