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There he was, just behind her, bowing; and his eyes had a look of humble adoration which he made no attempt whatever to conceal. Gyp saw another smile slide over the Pole's lips; and she was alone in the bay window with Fiorsen. The moment might well have fluttered a girl's nerves after his recognition of her by the Schiller statue, after that episode of the flowers, and what she had heard of him.
Or was it a mere physical illusion had he any dreams? "The heart of another is a dark forest" to all but the one who loves. One morning, he held up a letter. "Ah, ha! Paul Rosek went to see our house. 'A pretty dove's nest! he calls it." The memory of the Pole's sphinxlike, sweetish face, and eyes that seemed to know so many secrets, always affected Gyp unpleasantly.
"Confrere," muttered the Pole, lingering, "you must have become very rich! do not forget the wrongs of Poland I am their Representative I speaking in that character, not as myself individually I have not breakfasted!" Rameau, too thoroughly Parisian not to be as lavish of his own money as he was envious of another's, slipped some pieces of gold in the Pole's hand.
Pole's pillow, as to a place of forgetfulness. The querulous tyrannies of the invalid relieved her; but the heavy lifting of her chest returned the moment she was alone. She mentioned it to the doctor, who prescribed for liver, informing her that the said organ conducted one of the most important functions of her bodily system.
I learn to-day, May 18th, of the progress of the investment of Vicksburg, and of John as busy at last with his proper work of bridges, corduroy roads and the siege approaches. "The drift homeward of our crippled men, you tell of, is indeed sad. I am glad that Grace's boy is well; and so Rivers has gone to the army again. Pole's lad, with the lost arm, must have some work at the mills.
I went to her, and her story was that she had come to town to get Mr. Pole's consent to her marriage with his son; and that when she succeeded in making herself understood by him, the old man fell, smitten with paralysis, crying out that he was ruined, and his children beggars." "Ah!" said Georgiana; "then this son is engaged to her?" "She calls him her lover." "Openly?" "Have I not told you?
"Yes, dear Wilfrid; even brutality, rather than your exultation over the wreck of what was noble in you." With which phrase Cornelia swept from the room. "Seen Wilfrid?" was Mr. Pole's first cheery call to his daughters, on his return. An answer on that head did not seem to be required by him, for he went on: "Ah the boy's improved.
"But it may be another name; the initials only a coincidence," faltered Amy, looking frightened. "No, dear, it isn't; there is more to come. Little Roserl came crying through the hall an hour ago, and I asked what the trouble was. She showed me a prettily-bound prayer-book which she had taken from the Pole's room to play with, and had been ordered by her mother to carry back.
How could I help it," he went on, repeating this essentially Polish excuse with a Pole's grace; "there are times when a man would borrow of the Devil. And, after all, the money belongs to the family. When once she had invited me, should I have got the money at all if I had responded to her civility with a rude refusal?" "Oh, mamma, what mischief papa is bringing on us!" cried Hortense.
Pole's infant park that if devoted to mangold-wurzel it would be productive and would pay: whereas now it was not ornamental and was waste. "Sir Twickenham calculates," said Mr. Pole, "that we should have a crop of eh?" "The average?" Sir Twickenham asked, on the evident upward mounting of a sum in his brain.
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