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Updated: June 1, 2025
There is a plot to carry you off to-night, and give you up to your brother the monk; you are betrayed; be brave! Pelagia read it with blanching cheek and staring eyes; and took, at least, the last part of Miriam's advice.
She felt the need to prove her courage, but she also wanted an excuse fit to offer to the fates, and when she had examined the larder and the store cupboard she found that the household was in immediate need of things which must be brought from the town. She laughed at her own quibble, but it satisfied her and, refusing Miriam's company, she set off on Monday afternoon.
Plumfield, "and regular;" adding quietly, "I'll make it so." There was a bond for the whole amount in aunt Miriam's eyes; and, quite satisfied, Barby went back to the house. "Will she expect to come to our table, aunt Miriam'? said Fleda, when they had walked a little way. "No, she will not expect that; but Barby will want a different kind of managing from those Irish women of yours.
As to Miriam's husband " Derrick paused and, looking down at her steadily, laid his hand on her shoulder with an almost masterful pressure. " There must be nothing more said about him between us two, Celia," he continued, with solemnity in his voice and manner. "He is gone; let him go and take the past with him.
Who was this God who summoned him through Miriam's lips to be, under His guidance, the sword and shield of His people? He was to be known by a new name, and in the minds of the Egyptians the name was everything "Honor to the name of Pharaoh," not "Honor to Tharaoh" was spoken and written.
I shall not dwell upon Miriam's illness of several weeks; the doctors pronounced it to be angina pectoris a fearful and often fatal complaint, brought on in those constitutionally predisposed to it, by any sudden shock to mind or body. What could have caused its attack upon Miriam, they could not imagine. And Alice Murray, in fear and doubt, held her tongue and kept her own counsel.
No doubt aunt Miriam's courtesy had not been taught by a dancing master, and her brown-satin gown had seen many a fashion come and go since it was made, but a lady was in both; and while Rossitur covertly smiled, Mr. Carleton paid his sincere respect where he felt it was due. Little Fleda's quick eye hardly saw, but more than half felt, the difference. Mr.
Hermas blushed and modestly declined the praises which were showered on him on all sides as the savior of the oasis. When the wailing women appeared he knelt once more at the head of his father's bier, cast a last loving look at Miriam's peaceful face, and then followed his host. The man and boy crossed the court together.
He yearned enough over it, however it should figure, to feel that this possible pertinacity might enter into comparison even with such a productive force as Miriam's. That was after all in his bare studio the most collective dim presence, the one that kept him company best as he sat there and that made it the right place, however wrong the sense that it was to the thing in itself he was attached.
But how did you know we made fudge last night, and why didn't you come in and have some?" "I never go where I am not invited," was the significant retort. "Nonsense!" declared Grace. "You are always welcome, and you know it. The spread was in Miriam's room, but you know who your friends are, don't you?" "Don't worry, I'm not offended," Emma assured Grace good-humoredly.
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