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'You are very welcome, Lily; and she drew the window down, and there was another pause before she said 'Had not we better go up to the drawing-room, and and Lily darling, you're very welcome. Are you better? And she took little Lily's hand, and kissed her. Little Lilias all this time had said nothing, so entirely was she disconcerted.
The fact is, they want to try Newport this summer, and if I can make it a success for them they well, they'll make it a success for me." Mrs. Fisher clasped her hands enthusiastically. "Do you know, Lily, the more I think of my idea the better I like it quite as much for you as for myself.
Hence, only if the beauty of the lily pond is transferred to a canvas, can it be preserved and shared. The work of art is the tool of the aesthetic life.
I thank Thee, O Heavenly Father, for all the messengers thou hast sent to man; but, above all, I thank Thee for Him, thy beloved Son! Pure lily blossom of the centuries, taking root in the lowliest depths, and receiving the light and warmth of heaven in its golden heart!
He had taken her two hands, and now perceived that he was crushing a paper between them. "This letter?" "Yes Mr. Haskett has written I mean his lawyer has written." Waythorn felt himself flush uncomfortably. He dropped his wife's hands. "What about?" "About seeing Lily. You know the courts " "Yes, yes," he interrupted nervously. Nothing was known about Haskett in New York.
When Barclay saw Lily take the arm which Osgood offered her, he turned away; but changing his mind again went up to them. "Osgood," he said, in a frank voice, "you have not congratulated me on my engagement to your friend Lily." Talk of heroes and martyrs; was not Lily both, at that moment, standing between these two men, with her hair dressed by a barber, and wearing a pale blue silk?
"You may be called anything," said the prisoner, "but you are surely an angel." From this time Lily came to see her prisoner every day, and he grew almost gay. In the meantime the water-lily drooped and died, but she was happy, for she had fulfilled her mission. The prisoner took the dead flower and laid it on his heart.
Then he ought. Look here, Lily. His wife under strong compulsion from the fellow, I should think begged me to find some employment for him. I got him a secretaryship to our Board of what d'ye call it? I'll do Maurice the justice to say that he was considerably cool about it; but the end of it was that there was an unaccountable deficit, and my lady said it served me right.
They swayed with stately grace in the slow, warm wind. They seemed like three-pointed stars shining out of the green. He bent over one with a particularly lofty stem, and after a close survey of it he rose to look at her face. His action was plainly one of comparison. She laughed and said it was foolish for the women to call her the Sago Lily.
Utterly weary as he was, the balm of the hour at last flowed over him, faintly soothing, faintly caressing. He opened his eyes, and breathing deeply, looked about him with a saner vision than he had used of late. The lily by the broken stair slept on, but the thrush sang once again. The bell-like note died into the charmed stillness, and all things were as they had been.
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