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'You seem a little overdone to-night, my dear, said her mother frigidly; she was naturally hurt at the very uneffusive way in which her good offices had been met. 'I have such a dreadful headache, pleaded Ella. 'I I think I overtired myself this afternoon. 'Then you were very foolish, after travelling all yesterday, as you did. I don't wonder that George was ashamed to come in.
"I was overtired, and much shocked by the news I heard." "No trouble, no trouble, I am sure. Neither Mrs. Johnson nor I felt it in the least a trouble. Many ladies I know feel such things very trying, though there are others that can stand a judge's putting on the black cap better than most men. I'm sure I saw some as composed as could be under Judge Corbet's speech." "But about Dixon?
The carriage rolled and rocked on its springs; Marguerite, giddy and overtired, lay back with closed eyes, her hand resting in that of Armand. Time, space and distance had ceased to be; only Death, the great Lord of all, had remained; he walked on ahead, scythe on skeleton shoulder, and beckoned patiently, but with a sure, grim hand.
A wild and fugitive radiance swept across the face beside her. "Am I?" said Kitty, smiling. "That's all right! If I had died it wouldn't matter, of course. But " "Died! What do you mean, Kitty?" said Madame d'Estrées, in bewilderment. "When William wrote to me I thought he meant you had overtired yourself." "Oh, well, the doctors said it was touch and go," said Kitty, indifferently.
"You have overtired yourself," he said. "It doesn't do for old chaps like you and me to forget our years." "I'm better now, thank you," John answered. "Can you tell me, friend, how that one cottage came among all those fine houses?" "Why," said the old fellow, thumping his crutch energetically upon the ground, "that cottage belongs to the most obstinate woman in all England.
"And have you business at the house?" The old man was silent; the downcast, rather cynical look of his lined face deepened. And Frances Freeland thought: 'He's overtired. They must give him some tea and an egg. What can he want, coming all this way? He's evidently not a beggar. The old man who was not a beggar spoke suddenly: "I know the Mr. Freeland at Joyfields. He's a good gentleman, too."
With admirable presence of mind the mate picked up an apron, tied it around him and telling "mammy" to take a few minutes' rest as she was evidently overtired, he seized her wooden spoon and went on stirring the batter as though he had never done anything else in his life.
As you say we may differ in the future. I may disapprove, but I can be silent. You are right. It is better for us both that I should hear." And once more the young man was compelled to yield her a grudging admiration. His tone softened somewhat. "I don't like to see you stand, mother," he said. "Our conversation may be prolonged. One never quite knows what may crop up. You will be overtired.
The knowledge only gave him new confidence in this resourceful, many-sided, lovable, level-headed partner-wife of his. Two weeks went by four six eight. Emma began to look a little thin. Her bright color was there only when she was overtired or excited. The workrooms began to talk of new designs for spring, though it was scarcely mid-winter.
At length the knowledge that she was overtired, and not so well as usual, relieved her heart a little; but not very long. She was ill; and that was the cause of all her wretched feelings. She was not selfish and ungrateful. She would be her old self again when she grew better. Yes; but would she ever grow better? and when? and how? Never in the school.
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