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This was a heavy task for one so young, particularly in Priscilla's case, for, besides a father, mother, brother, and sister, in whom she could not but discern many and serious failings, she possessed an aunt who was addicted to insincerity, two female cousins whose selfishness and unamiability were painful to witness, and a male cousin who talked slang and was so worldly that he habitually went about in yellow boots!
What charm was there in his rude massiveness that so attracted and soothed this shadow-like girl? It appeared to me, who have always been curious in such matters, that Priscilla's vague and seemingly causeless flow of felicitous feeling was that with which love blesses inexperienced hearts, before they begin to suspect what is going on within them.
There's thunder in it and maybe worse." Sir Lucius took Lord Torrington by the arm and led him out of earshot of the police sergeant and Peter Walsh. "We'd better not go today, Torrington. There's a thunder storm coming. We'd simply get drenched." "I don't care if I am drenched." "And besides we can't go. There isn't a boat. We couldn't get anywhere in that little thing of Priscilla's.
"Yes, I love you as Jerry-Jo McAlpin knows how to love. It's his way. Remember that!" Not a word rose to Priscilla's lips. She saw McAlpin turn and stride to the door; she heard him turn the key and she was alone! But a strange thing happened just at that moment, a thing that did more to unnerve the girl than anything that had gone before.
And Priscilla, giving the parcel to her breathless new help, hurried back to Creeper Cottage. Now this help, or char-girl you could not call her a charwoman she was manifestly still so very young was that Emma who had been obliged to tell the vicar's wife about Priscilla's children's treat and who did not punctually return books.
I am adjusted to the new life, I hope, ready to do my part." When John Boswell cast aside his whimsical phase he was a very simple and direct man. He, too, was becoming adjusted to Priscilla's presence in his home and her rightful demands upon him. "Yes, I will tell you," he said slowly, wearily. "Perhaps you are too tired to-night, Mr. Boswell? To-morrow will do." "No.
"Priscy," said Nancy, gently, as she fastened a coral necklace, exactly like her own, round Priscilla's neck, which was very far from being like her own, "I'm sure I'm willing to give way as far as is right, but who shouldn't dress alike if it isn't sisters? Would you have us go about looking as if we were no kin to one another us that have got no mother and not another sister in the world?
Henry Wimbush was forced to sell some of his Primitives a Taddeo da Poggibonsi, an Amico di Taddeo, and four or five nameless Sienese to the Americans. There was a crisis. For the first time in his life Henry asserted himself, and with good effect, it seemed. Priscilla's gay and gadding existence had come to an abrupt end.
"Go in an hour or two?" gasped Priscilla absentmindedly, following Farwell's words and accepting the money with a long, tender look of gratitude. "In an hour or two? Why, you've only just come in, Master Farwell!" "What matters? After to-morrow I shall have time to rest and sleep to my fill." "You will miss me, Master Farwell?" Priscilla's eyes were dim. "I would like to have some one miss me!"
I don't expect to have any one present except Miss Banister," nodding her head in Nancy's direction, "and perhaps one other girl. By-by, I'll see you at half-past ten." Maggie turned to leave the hall, but Nancy lingered for a moment by Priscilla's side. "Wouldn't you like to take your tea up to your room?" she asked. "We most of us do it. You may, you know."
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