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"Oh, I could bear it any time now," said she, very calmly, "It would seem just as natural as could be to have him come in and kiss me, and see his baby and bless it." "Would it?" I asked, with my heart all in a dance. "Well, trust the Lord to do just what's right." I hurried out and opened the parlor-door. There stood George Perry, changed so I hardly knew him.

Some chapters back in this narration, we saw Colonel Egbert Crawford playing volunteer physician to his invalid cousin Richard, and applying a certain bandage more or less suspicious in its character, while Josephine Harris held a very ambiguous position behind the parlor-door and drew certain deductions not complimentary to the character or intentions of the gallant Colonel.

Some of them stationed themselves in the out-houses, some behind the garden edge, and others in the dwelling-house." When my brother had got thus far in his narrative, a tap came to the parlor-door, and immediately a stout-looking man, having the appearance of a laborer, entered the room. "Well, Lachlin," said my brother, "what's the matter?"

Everything's accordin' to agreement. The minute written immed'ately after the intervoo is here in my possession." Mr. Bernard looked at Helen. Just what would have happened to Silas Peckham, as he stood then and there, but for the interposition of a merciful Providence, nobody knows or ever will know; for at that moment steps were heard upon the stairs, and Hiram threw open the parlor-door for Mr.

He came the day but one before he was shot. She let him in. He appeared flustered like. She heard talking in the parlor, I peared like it was quarrelin'. Was afeared sumfin' was wrong: Just put her ear to the keyhole of the back parlor-door. Heard a man's voice, "I can't I can't, Good God," quite beggin' like. Heard young Miss' voice, "Take your choice, then.

Everything's accordin' to agreement. The minute written immed'ately after the intervoo is here in my possession." Mr. Bernard looked at Helen. Just what would have happened to Silas Peckham, as he stood then and there, but for the interposition of a merciful Providence, nobody knows or ever will know; for at that moment steps were heard upon the stairs, and Hiram threw open the parlor-door for Mr.

"If mamma dies," she said determinedly, "she must be buried in the cemetery." "She is not dying, I tell you." "And you must come to the funeral." "Are you gyte?" "With crape on your hat." His mouth formed an emphatic "No." "You must," said Grizel, firmly, "you shall! If you don't " She pointed to the parlor-door.

It must be a gentleman." "The Prime Minister, I should think," said Kate dryly. "Hans says the greatest man in London may get into a hansom cab." "Oh, oh, oh!" cried Mab. "Suppose it should be Lord Russell!" The five bright faces were all looking amused when the old maid-servant bringing in a card distractedly left the parlor-door open, and there was seen bowing toward Mrs.

Perhaps she never went out without seeing him, perhaps she never remained at home that he did not come in: going by the parlor-door half a dozen times a day, nothing was easier. In fact, few men have friends who think it worth their while to pay such attentions to another's chosen wife as this friend of John's did.

It was night, unfortunately; and of the whole equipage nothing was visible but the two lanterns that shone like stars. Almost at the same time the parlor-door flew open; and the servant, who had been properly trained in advance, announced: "Monsieur Costeclar." Leaning toward Mme. Favoral, who was seated by her side on the sofa,

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