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Uncle Nathan said he thought they should treat Aunt Lucinda as company for that one evening and occupy the parlor, to which kind offer she replied by begging of him "to try and be sensible for one evening at any rate."
Behind him he heard the roaring of the guns, the singing of the minies. A chance shell went over his head, dug itself into the soil at the bottom of the ravine, and exploded. The earth came pattering upon the pawpaw leaves. Steve curled up like a hedgehog. "O Gawd! I ain't got a friend in the world. Why didn't I stay on Thunder Run and marry Lucinda Heard?" At dark the guns ceased.
"Not at all, not at all that is, but casually, and long years since. It had long since escaped my mind." I felt myself flushing sadly. "I'll tell her that I knew she was mistaken. I was sure she was." "No! No! Jimmy, you'll tell her nothing of the kind. I only meant " "Well, she remembers you, I'm almost sure, an' so does Aunt Lucinda.
Townsend! "'But, cried the gentleman, in tones of surprise and alarm, 'I do not call upon you for so great a sacrifice. It was not Miss Lucinda that I meant, but another, to whom I have reason to think I am not altogether disagreeable. Surely you cannot be ignorant of my profound affection for your self-sacrificing sister, the widow of my late respected friend, Deane Phelps!
Aunt Mary had ceased to glare at the letter and was now glaring at the rain instead. "Lucinda," she said "I’ll thank you not to ever mention my nephew to me again. I’ve took a vow to never speak his name again myself. By no means—not at all—never." "Which nephew?" shrieked Lucinda. Aunt Mary’s eyes snapped. "Jack!" she said, with an accent that seemed to split the short word in two.
Eleazer Cooper and his wife were childless, but one inmate made the great, silent, shady house bright with life. Lucinda Fairbanks, a niece of Captain Cooper's by his only sister, was a handsome, sprightly girl of eighteen or twenty, and a great favorite in the Quaker society of the city. It remains only to introduce the final and, perhaps, the most important actor of the narrative Lieut.
Jim Jones, and her small face looked fairly evil. Then Sylvia was aroused. "Now, Mrs. Jones, you know better," said she. "You know as well as you want to that Lucinda Hart was no more guilty than you and I were. We both went to school with her." Mrs. Jim Jones backed down a little. There was something about Sylvia Whitman when she was aroused that a woman of Mrs.
If my mistress, or my shepherdess I should rather say, chance to be called Anne, I will celebrate her under the name of Anarda; if Francisca, I will call her Francenia; and if Lucy, Lucinda, and so forth. And Sancho Panza, if he has to enter into this fraternity, may celebrate his wife Teresa Panza by the name of Teresayna." Don Quixote laughed at the turn given to the name.
Up to this period of her career she had hardly reached any pleasure; but this day had been very pleasant. Lord George de Bruce Carruthers had in truth been her Corsair, and she had found the thing which she liked to do, and would soon know how to do. How glorious it was to jump over that black, yawning stream, and then to see Lucinda fall into it!
"I hear," was the startled answer. "Did you have a good time?" Lucinda had the temerity to ask, after a minute. "I guess I could if I tried," the lady replied; "but I’m too tired to try now." "How did you leave Mr. Jack?" "I couldn’t stay forever, could I?" asked the traveler impatiently. "I thought that a week was long enough for the first time, anyhow."
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