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That's it!" And he nodded emphatically. "Give a reskil rope enough an' he'll 'ang hisself by the neck till he be dead, and the Lord ha' mercy on his soul!" Maryllia smiled, watching all her three quaint visitors with a sensation of mingled interest and whimsical amusement. "D'ye hear?
But you know, Maryllia, if you would only get one of those wonderful box things one sees advertised so much in the papers, the pianista or mutuscope or gramophone no, I THINK it's pianola, but I'm not quite sure you would save such a lot of study and brain-work for this poor child! And it sounds quite as well!
Maryllia glanced up, her eyes sparkling. "You forget the parson!" she said. "Oh, the parson!" And Mrs. Courtenay tittered. "Well, you're the last woman in the world to associate with a parson! You're not a bit religious!" "No," said Maryllia "I'm afraid I'm not!" "And you couldn't do district visiting and soup kitchens and mothers' meetings" put in Mrs.
He was vexed to be compelled to listen to Adderley's criticism of Maryllia Vancourt's physical charms, yet he was powerless to offer any remonstrance. "But, after all," continued Julian, gazing up into the pink and mauve clouds of the kindling sunset, "The tall woman might possibly, from the very coldness of her height, be unsympathetic. She might be unclaspable.
Letherbarrow has been saying that he has not seen you lately, Miss Vancourt, not since your friends came down. He seems to miss you very much." Maryllia, swaying lightly in her saddle, stooped over her mare's neck and patted it, to hide sudden tears that sprang, she knew not why, to her eyes. "Poor Josey!" she said "I'm sorry!
"An' that they're past findin' out, no sensible person will contradict, for why Miss Maryllia should be laid on 'er back an' me left to stan' upright is a mystery Gospel itself can't clear! An' if I could onny see Passon Walden, I'd ask 'im what it all means, for if anybody knows it he will, but he won't see no one, an' Dr.
"Well, Miss, they do say he makes his money at bone-melting; but he's awful proud for all that awful proud he is " "Well, I should think so!" said Maryllia, with much solemnity; "Bone-melting is a great business! Does he melt human bones, Nancy?" "Oh, lor', Miss, no!"
But she did not succeed in confusing him at all, or in even attracting his attention, so she merely shrugged her shoulders, with what the French call an 'air moqueuse. The momentary confusion caused by the pause in the service soon passed, and the spirit of calm again settled on the scene after the 'General Confession. But Maryllia was deeply conscious of hurt and vexation. It was too bad of Mr.
And so you have become the niece instead of the wife of the future duke, my Maryllia! When and where were they married?" "Last week at the Embassy in Paris. Cicely wrote to Aunt Emily at New Year, telling her that though I was much better, the doctors had said I should be a cripple for life. Well, we never had any answer at all to that letter, not a word of regret, or affection or sympathy.
Spruce's own too-talkative tongue that this offending name owed its origin. Quietly entering the peaceful chamber with its harmless and almost holy air of beautiful, darkened calm, Maryllia drew up the blinds, threw back the curtains, and opened the latticed windows wide, admitting a flood of sunshine and sweet air.
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