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Fanny was bewildered, and looked imploringly at Mr. Miller, who said, "Richard, do you think it is Julia who is standing by you now?" The sick man gave a startled look and almost shrieked out, "Julia? Yes, is it not Julia? Speak quick and tell me, isn’t Julia here?" Mr. Miller’s eyes filled with tears as he answered sadly, "No, Richard, Julia is not here; it is Fanny who has come."
I’ll not tell her that you have written, for fear of the consequence." So days came and went, week followed week, in rapid succession, until five weeks were numbered with the past since Mr. Miller’s letter had been dispatched.
After supper was over and the effects of the sling had left Mr. Middleton’s head, he inquired further into the intentions of his guests. On learning that Mr. Raymond would teach, if he could get the chance, Mr. Middleton said, "I reckon you can teach in Mr. Miller’s school. I’ll write to him about you, and I reckon he can make room for you." It was well for Raymond that Mr.
Popular as Tennyson had become through ‘The Gardener’s Daughter,’ ‘The Miller’s Daughter,’ ‘The May Queen,’ ‘The Lord of Burleigh,’ and scores of other poems—endeared to every sorrowing heart as he had become through ‘In Memoriam’—it was the ‘Idylls of the King’ that secured for him his unique place.
With their jackets of black stuff, trimmed with velvet of the same hue, and edged at the bottom with little square lappets; their dark leggings and brimless hats, they look like a party of Grindoff the miller’s men in mourning.
I wish you’d brought the whole city." "We came pretty near it, I think," said Mr. Miller, at the same time presenting Mr. Stafford and Mr. Cameron. Mr. Middleton continued talking, as if replying to Mr. Miller’s first remark. "No consequence, no consequence, Mr. Stafford, Mr. Cameron, how are you? The more the merrier.
Her dazzling beauty seems enhanced by the striking contrast between the clearness of her complexion and the sable of her robe. On a low stool, at her feet, sits Fanny. Her head is resting on Mrs. Miller’s lap, and she seems to be sleeping. She has been excused from school this afternoon, on account of a sick, nervous headache, to which she has recently been frequently subject.
Carew, who, dismounting, kissed the horse, telling him he must now turn quaker as well as himself, and so let him go into the woods. His clothes were not very wet; however, he staid on the banks some time to dry them with the morning sun, then went up into the country. The first house he came to was a miller’s, whose wife came out and asked him from whence he came?
It was now the first day of May, and as it was also Fanny’s seventeenth birthday, her school companions determined to celebrate it by a May party, of which Fanny was unanimously chosen queen. The fete took place in a handsome grove on a hillside which overlooked the city of Frankfort. All of Mr. Miller’s pupils were present, together with most of their parents and many of their friends. Mrs.
How she succeeded we shall see hereafter. Three weeks after Mr. Middleton’s departure for New Orleans, Mr. Miller’s school closed. Uncle Joshua was present at the examination, and congratulated himself much because he did not feel at all "stuck up" at seeing both Julia and Fanny acquit themselves so creditably. After the exercises were concluded, he returned with Mr. Miller to Mrs. Crane’s.
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