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But women, even our women, are idealists. It is Antonia that won't run away. A novel sort of vanity." "You call it vanity," said Mrs. Gould, in a shocked voice. "Say pride, then, which. Father Corbelan would tell you, is a mortal sin. But I am not proud. I am simply too much in love to run away. At the same time I want to live. There is no love for a dead man.
"You won't be afraid with me," said the boy, who had just passed out of Sandhurst; and was feeling immensely proud of his commission and his sword and all they betokened, although he talked lazily about "cutlery" and the pleasure of getting into mufti, making his mother's eyes dance. "If you like, we will keep behind," he said.
If they seem rather too proud of their victory, it is merely because, as becomes them, they do not look ahead. To rejoice in the gaining of a day, without having clear views of the morrow, is puerile enough.
"He's a queer little chap," observed the old doctor, "a broth of a boy, if ye'll allow me to say so I'd be proud of Timmy if I were his mother, Mrs. Toss!" "Perhaps I am proud of him," she said smiling, "but still I always tell John he's a changeling child so absurdly unlike all the others." "Ah, but that's where you come in, me good friend.
"It's Ernestine, I know, 'cause she went up town; yes, there she is;" answered Jean, as a figure appeared under the foliage and came toward the steps. How different she looked from Olive and Jean. Such a slim, graceful figure, with a proud little head and sunny shining hair, in loose puffs and curls and a jaunty hat.
Ah, well! it might be just nothing, after all; the poor lady might be ill, or vexed past endurance at home; or some unhappy love affair might have come to fret her proud, impatient, defiant temper.
Though he gave the effect, from his clear colour and proud bearing, perhaps also from his masterful energy, of tremendous force and strength, his body was in truth but a poor machine, his great corpulence making him clumsy and scant of breath. He must have known, as he eyed his supple antagonist, what the end would be. Yet he merely said: "On guard, monsieur." M. Étienne did not raise his weapon.
They were proud men, and stalked gravely along the streets with their precious rifles, evidently feeling such a sense of security as they had never experienced before.
When the spring came, and the birds twittered, and the stream ran proud and full, little sister Lizzie, bold and thoughtless, flushed with the passion of youth, bestowed herself on the tempter, and brought home a nameless child.
As, however, a compliance with this custom, is a mark of Christianity, and the heathen fugitives to the mountains have retained their long hair, even the young females are proud of thus disfiguring themselves. All vanity is sin, and all care of the person is vanity. Hence the fat Yeri beauties no longer shelter their skins from the burning rays of the sun, and are become as brown as the rest.
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