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He got saying that she was a nice girl, and would make a soldier as wanted one a good wife; when Mrs Bantem fires up as spiteful as could be I think, mind you, there'd been something wrong with the cooking that day, which had turned her a little and she says that Lizzy was very well, but looks weren't everything, and that she was raw as raw, and would want no end of dressing before she would be good for anything; while, as to making a soldier's wife, soldiers had no business to have wives till they could buy themselves off, and turn civilians.
Don't talk of engagements. If man proposes, woman disposes. Hesitate not obey. Your sincere little friend, Lizzy." "My dear Morley," said Graham, with emotion, "I cannot find words to thank your wife sufficiently for an invitation so graciously conveyed. Alas! I cannot accept it." "Why?" asked the Colonel, drily. "I have too much to do in London."
While she was sick, her parents did every thing to make her comfortable and happy. They had a dog which Lizzy set a great deal by, and with him she used to play in the house and in the garden. When Lizzy was so sick that she could not play with him, he would come and lay himself down at her bed side, and appeared to be very sad on her account.
I never saw a prettier flirtation. At last the noble animal, wearied out, retired to the inmost recesses of his habitation, and would not even approach her when she stood right before the entrance. 'You are properly served, May. Come along, Lizzy. Across this wheatfield, and now over the gate. Stop! let me lift you down.
But before they had got much further the noise of the cartwheels began again; and Stockdale soon found that they were coming towards him. In another minute the three carts came up, and Stockdale and Lizzy stood in the ditch to let them pass.
We in the meanwhile got on as fast as we could, encouraging and reproaching each other. 'Faster, my Lizzy! Oh, what a bad runner! 'Faster, faster! Oh, what a bad runner! echoed my saucebox. 'You are so fat, Lizzy, you make no way! 'Ah! who else is fat? retorted the darling. Certainly her mother is right; I do spoil that child. By this time we were thoroughly soaked, all three.
But there seemed then to come another misty time, from which I was roused by Lizzy whispering to me: "Is it very near now?" "What?" I said faintly. "Death," she whispered, with her lips close to my ear. "If it is, pray God that he will never let us part again in the land where all is peace?"
"I never avowed myself the author of that pamphlet," said Kretschmer quickly. "But every one knows that you are, and you never denied it," replied Krause maliciously. "This 'Country Talk' is more than indiscreet, it is foolhardy. In it you nicknamed Maria Theresa, Aunt Tilla; the Elector of Saxony, Brother Osten; the Empress of Russia, Cousin Lizzy; and our king, Neighbor Flink.
What they signified he did not know; but, fearing that Lizzy was in danger, he was about to run forward and warn her that she might be seen, when she crept to the shelter of a little bush which maintained a precarious existence in that exposed spot; and her form was absorbed in its dark and stunted outline as if she had become part of it. She had evidently heard the men as well as he.
Him an' her 's ower thrang for her to believe onything again' him. An' what ever the bairn 's to du wantin' a father!" "Lizzy," said Malcolm, clasping the child again to his bosom. "I s' be a father to yer bairn that is, as weel's ane 'at's no yer man can be." And he kissed the child tenderly.
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