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"If you see me blush, Andrew," said Duff Salter, "you needn't tell of it. I am in love with little Podge, but it's all over. With no understanding of woman's sensibilities, I shook that fragile child in my rude grasp, and frightened her forever. What will you call your baby?" "Agnes says it shall be Euphemia, meaning 'of good report. You know it came near being a young lady of bad report."
"My delicate state of health!" exclaimed Mrs Podge, who was as fat as a prize pig, and rather piqued herself on her good looks and vigour of body. "Yes," continued Mr Sharp, in a commiserating tone; "I have understood, that since the accident on the railway your "
While Podge noticed this inquisitive or stray glance, she became conscious that something in the prayer was directing the attention of the whole meeting to their pew. People turned about, and, with startled or bold looks, observed Agnes Wilt, whose head was bowed and her veil down.
I'm floating off upon the river. Save me! I drown! I drown!" The scholars were all up and excited. The principal motioned another lady teacher to come, and laid Podge's head in the other's lap. "Is it brain fever?" he asked. "She has been under great excitement," Podge heard the other lady say. "The Zane murder occurred in her family. Last night, I have been told, Miss Byerly refused Mr.
I read this preposterous book with all the earnestness and prayerfulness of which I was capable; but found it to be a heterogeneous conglomeration of words mere words, a hodge podge of all the exploded philosophical, religious, and scientific heresies of the past ages, so cunningly jumbled that the gullible, unable to find any meaning to it, conclude that it is too profound for their comprehension, and unwilling to acknowledge the fact for fear of being called ignorant, solemnly pronounce it to be great.
She was not at all concerned as to how the ride would end, and where she was going she had not the slightest idea. So the old horse jogged along, carrying her farther and farther from home every minute, and she chatted sociably with Mr. Podge, and never felt so happy in her life. The soap man was going home. He felt good-natured and comfortable, for he had had a prosperous day.
What merry words should be said to those who were bred under this roof in such misfortunes as I have now as the absent have?" Podge saw Agnes put her handkerchief to her face, and her neck shake a minute convulsively. Duff Salter here sneezed loudly: "Jericho! Jerichew! Je-ry-cho-o!"
Calvin Van de Lear, it is a damned lie." Calvin locked up with some surprise but more conceit. "I'm a first-class eavesdropper," he wrote, and held it up on the tablet to Duff's eyes. "We got the fact from Podge's bed-ridden brother, a scamp who destroyed his health by excesses and came back on Podge for support.
"This is my house, my darling. There is our friend who gave it to us. You will need to teach no more. The mill and a little farm surrounding us will make us independent." Podge turned to Duff Salter. "How kind of you!" she said. "Yet it frightens me the more. These surprises, tender as they are, excite me. Everything about you is mysterious. You are not even deaf as you were.
Podge was a slender blonde, with fine blue eyes and a mischievous, sylph-like way of coming and going. Her freedom of motion and address seemed to concern the stranger. One day she wrote, after putting down the answer to a business inquiry: "Are you married?" He hesitated some time and wrote back, "I hope not." She retorted, "Could one forget if one was married?"
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