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I wish we could go and buy the book this very afternoon." "We can't; your mother won't go; she's too tired, and she'd never let us bob about Paris alone. And your father hates to shop, so he wouldn't take us." "I know it, Patty, but perhaps mother would let us go with Lisette. Anyhow, I'm going to ask her." "Why, yes," said Mrs.
Lisette Gould to traverse and overthrow, if only because she hated such artfulness and meanness. Unfortunately, too, as she had been a governess, and her father had been a Union doctor, she could put herself forward as something above a farmer's wife, indeed "quite as good as Mrs. Brownlow." All Mrs.
"I thank you, madame, for your hospitality, but I must not accept it. I come direct from the influenza hospital. I feel that the disease has laid hold of me. I have comfortable quarters at the Nameless Castle, where my old friend Lisette will take care of me.
She was about turning away, when Violet stopped her. "Lisette," she said, holding out her hand, "good-by. You have been very kind to me, and I shall always remember you kindly. I hope we shall meet again some time." Tears were in Lisette's eyes as she responded in a similar strain, and then led Violet from the shed.
"What y're talkin' 'bout? That Lisette mare?" said Yankee, walking round to Ranald's side. "Purty slick beast, that. Guess there ain't anythin' in this country will make her take dust." Then in a low voice he said to Ranald, hurriedly, "Don't you mind him; don't you mind him. You can't touch him to-day, on your own place. Let me handle him." "No," said Aleck.
Braith took it all as a matter of course, but this time failed to return as good as they gave. He took a seat beside Gethryn and said in a low tone: "I've just come from your house. There's a letter from the Salon in your box." Gethryn set down his wine untasted and reached for his hat. "What's the matter, Reggy? Has Lisette gone back on you?" asked Clifford, tenderly.
Kirsty brought with her the big box of blankets and linen that had belonged to Ranald's mother. Ranald took his mother's Gaelic Bible, his father's gun and ax, and with the great deerhound, Bugle, and his colt, Lisette, left the home of his childhood behind him, and with his Aunt Kirsty, went to live with his uncle.
I must love you through all, and you will know your true friends one day. Are you- let me ask the question out of my deep, almost maternal, solicitude- are you engaged to Mr. Brownlow?" "Of course I am!" "Of course, as you say. Most ingenuous! Ah? well, may it not be too late!" "Don't be so horrid, Lisette! Allen is not half a bad fellow, and frightfully in love with me."
And then "Cousin Lisette" insisted on a kiss for the sake of her dear mamma; and Elfie could only exhale her exasperation by rushing to the pony-carriage, avoiding all kisses to her young cousins, taking the driving seat, and whipping up the ponies more than their tender-hearted mistress would by any means have approved.
"Surely I will not betray you, signorina, and I will not show myself by daylight in Mentone," Lisette said, earnestly, "and you will get away without any trouble, for a peasant girl can go about alone in this country where an English lady could not. Take courage, signorina; nothing will harm you, and may the Holy Virgin go with you."
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