Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 29, 2025
"She's been so occupied with Arabella Forsythe since the accident, she feels as if she had nothing to do." There was no lack of color in Lois's face now, which did not escape Gifford's eye. "Go, now, and walk with Gifford," said Mrs. Dale coaxingly, as though she were speaking to a child. Lois shook her head, without looking at him. "I don't believe I will, if you don't mind." But Mrs.
And another strange phenomenon: if Laurencine had been self-conscious, George also was self-conscious; and he avoided Lois's eyes! Why? He wondered whether the circumstances in which he had come to Paris and entered the Ingram home were as simple and ordinary as they superficially appeared. "Laurencine," said her mother, "give your father back his serviette!" "Mine's fallen."
There would be some meaning then in the old school-master's joy, in the bells wakening the city yonder, in even poor Lois's thorough content in this day, for it would be, he knew, a thrice happy day to her. A strange story that of the Child coming into the world, simple!
Could she have but seen Lois's face! "Oh, you did!" "Yes. I want no hypocrites around me." Her head was up and her cap was bristling. "I came very near telling him so, too. I told him that I had it from good authority that he had not behaved in altogether the most gentlemanly way consorting openly with a hussy on the street! I think he knows whom I referred to."
"Aunt Lois," said I, "what was that story about Ruth Sullivan?" Aunt Lois's quick black eyes gave a surprised flash; and she and my grandmother looked at each other a minute significantly. "Who told you any thing about Ruth Sullivan," she said sharply. "Nobody. Somebody said you knew something about her," said I.
Gifford blushed hotly in the darkness. "But not to use Lois's name, not that! Nothing could justify the insult to her!" Mary came in to lock up, and started with fright at the sight of the dark, still figure. "Lord! it's a ghost!" she cried shrilly. "I am here, Mary," he said wearily. "I'm going home now."
Nattee, the old Indian servant, would occasionally make Lois's blood run cold as she and Faith and Prudence listened to the wild stories she told them of the wizards of her race.
They might visit them, but ! After which she proceeded to say as many ill-natured things about Miss Lois as she could think of; for the story of Lois's stopping her ears had also gotten abroad. Meantime, Keith pursued his way, happily ignorant of the motives attributed to him by some of those who smiled on him and invited him to their teas.
Very likely dear Ruth was right. This made Lois's interest in Gifford still deeper, though she said, tossing her head with airy impatience, that she did not believe there were any nice girls in Lockhaven; there were only working people there. Then she thought of that talk with Gifford at the stone bench, and recalled the promise she had made, and how she had sealed it.
Forsythe. "If that puppy neglects her," he thought, "if she cares for him, and if he grieves her, I vow I'll have a word to say to him! Now why should she cry, if it isn't because he's going away?" Though he was glad Ashurst would see the last of this objectionable young man, Lois's grief turned his gladness into pain, and there was no hope for himself in his relief at Dick's departure.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking