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Neither his mother nor Aunt Meda could say now that he was not disinterested; if Father Honoré came over, as was his custom, to chat with him on the porch for an hour or two in the evening, he would broach the subject again to him who was the girl's best friend. If she could go to Europe there would be less danger Danger?
Sidi Ahmed Zarroung that is the name of the miniature oasis visible from the Meda Hill, at the foot of those barren slopes. It is a pleasant afternoon's walk from Gafsa. The intervening plain is encrusted with stones stones great and small.
"But even if I could help, there would be no use offering so long as she remains with Almeda." "Perhaps not; anyway, I'm going down there now, and I shall do what I can to sound Aunt Meda on this point." "Good luck!" she called after him. He turned, lifted his hat, and smiled back at her. He found Mrs.
"Aunt Meda never could hold a candle to mother!" was Champney Googe's thought on entering. The two sat down for the usual before-turning-in-chat. He was so full of his subject that it overflowed at once in abrupt speech. "Mother, I've had a letter from Mr. Van Ostend " "Oh, Champney!" There was the joy of anticipation in her voice.
I hear Aunt Meda has had her Waterloo. Tavy buttonholed me out in the carriage house yesterday, and told me the whole thing oh, but it's rich!" He chuckled again.
A gendarme named Meda, who first entered the room where the conspirators were assembled, fired a pistol at Robespierre and shattered his jaw; Lebas wounded himself fatally; Robespierre the younger jumped from a window on the third story, and survived his fall; Couthon hid himself under a table; Saint-Just awaited his fate; Coffinhal, after reproaching Henriot with cowardice, threw him from a window into a drain and fled.
Had the space not been so "small and dark" he might have seen the face of the woman beside him quiver painfully at the sound of his cheery young voice and, when he kissed her, flush to her temples. "What devilry now, Champney?" "It's a girl, of course, Aunt Meda your girl," he added laughing. "So you've found her out, have you, you young rogue? Well, what do you think of her?"
"About her voice; you've never been willing, I understand, to have it cultivated?" "What if I haven't?" "That's just the 'what', Aunt Meda," he said pleasantly but earnestly; "I've heard her singing a good many times, and I've never heard her that I didn't wish some one would be generous enough to such talent to pay for cultivating it." "Do you know why I haven't been willing?"
"Faith, I know one who knows her own mind on all subjects at twenty!" he laughed heartily as if at some amusing remembrance "and that's Aileen; by the way, where is she, Aunt Meda?" "She was going up to Mrs. Caukins'. I suppose she is there now why?" "Because I want to talk about her, and I don't want her to come in on us suddenly." "What about Aileen?" She spoke indifferently.
Champney felt that an answering smile was the safe thing in the circumstances. He wondered how much Aunt Meda knew from the Van Ostends. That she was astute in business matters was no guaranty that she would prove far-sighted in matrimonial affairs.
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