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In the vestry Paul kissed her, and then they walked down the aisle together. She saw Katherine and Millie and Henry. Her fingers caught tightly about Paul's stout arm, but she would have been more at home she thought with Uncle Mathew just then. It was a nice bright spring day, although the wind blew the dust about.
Mrs Asplin, however, was too thankful to know of the girl's safety to have any thought for herself. She began to smile, with the tears still running down her face, and to draw long breaths of relief and satisfaction. "It's no use trying to guess at that, Millie dear. It is enough for me to know that she is alive and well.
Oh, as if I would do such a thing! The idea! Well, I never did!" "I don't believe it was yours, Jenny," said Millie Splay. "Granted, I'm sure," returned Jenny Prask, tossing her head. "But how many people will agree with me?" Millie Splay went on. "I don't care, my lady." "Don't you?
The horse reared, the strapped back of the seat broke, and Ellen was thrown on her head. It killed her." He fell silent. Millie breathed sharply, and a ripple struck with a faint slap on the yacht's side. Then: "One can't allow that," he continued in a lower voice, as if arguing with himself; "arbitrary, wanton; impossible to accept such conditions
Amanda selected for her wedding a dress of white silk. "I do want a wedding dress I can pack away in an old box on the attic and keep for fifty years and take out and look at when it's yellow and old," she said, romance still burning in her heart. "Uh," said practical Millie. "Why, there ain't no attic in that house you're goin' to! Them bungalows ain't the kind I like. I like a real house."
It's just an ordinary lock. We shall easily find a key to fit it. I'll take Harper with me, and perhaps, Millie, you will come." "Yes, I'll come," said Millie quietly. After her first shock of horror and surprise when she had first chanced upon the paragraph in the Harpoon, she had been completely, wonderfully, mistress of herself.
Pond would have turned over the whole lot to Millie Stevens, I believe, if it hadn't been for her husband. "Mr. Pond isn't a rich man, and he didn't feel that he could afford to yield up a million dollars' worth of property that had been thrown at him in that way. And, to speak plainly, he isn't the sort of man to let go of anything that comes within his reach.
He's far more clever than I ever imagined him to be, but he's so different" she finished the sentence with a little repellent gesture that her mother well understood. They were all comforted, and far more hopeful from their frank interchange of thought and feeling, and both father and mother breathed a fervent "God bless you, Millie," as they separated, long past midnight.
She was silent for a few moments, and by the light of a lamp he saw that her eyes were full of tears. "Roger," she said softly after a while, "I sometimes think that my affection for you is greater than my love for Vinton, but it is so different. It seems almost like my religion. You are a refuge for me, no matter what happens." "Thank you, Millie, but I don't deserve such honor." Mrs.
They fell asleep almost at once, even though their bed was not moving along in a railroad train, as it had been the last three or four nights. "Did Uncle Frank find his ponies?" asked Teddy the next morning at the breakfast table. "No, Curlytop," answered Aunt Millie. "He and some of the cowboys have gone over to the field where the ponies were kept to see if they can get any news of them."
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