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Her gown was shining, of an elusive shade that made Wilbur think of ripe fruits chiefly apricots, he decided. She was unquestionably what she had confessed herself to be a rattlepate. She rattled now, with a little waiting, half-tremulous smile to mark her pauses, as if she knew people would weigh and find her wanting, but hoped for judgments tempered with mercy. "Mad about the war?
"Did you ever know such a rattlepate?" exclaimed Mrs. Turner, as the long legs went striding down the row, and the young officers sat gazing after him in wonderment. "Never," replied Mrs. Stannard; "and yet he has as true a heart and as tender a nature as almost any man I know. There was no fun in him while Mr. Ray was in trouble; and no more devoted and loyal friend could he find. I like Mr.
"Zounds! his silver fin flashed upon the black Acheron, like a restless soul that hoped yet to mount from the pool." "The place seems suggestive of fancies to you?" we observed in reply to the rattlepate. "It is, indeed, for I have done up a good deal of anxious thinking within a circle of a few yards where that fish broke just now." "A singular place for meditation-the middle of the Reservoir!"
'The regiment should be a very good one, said Mr. Ferrars; 'he would be only too easily drawn in by the bad style of subaltern. 'Put him into the 25th Lancers, said the General, 'and set Fred to look after him. Rattlepate as he is, he can take excellent care of a lad to whom he takes a fancy, and if Albinia asked him, he would do it with all his heart.
The morning star grew pale and vanished in the clear-flashing delight of sunrise, as Richard rode forth to meet the string of racers; as he noted the varying form and fortune of Rattlepate or Sweet Rosemary, of Yellow Jacket, Morion or Light-o'-Love, over the short fragrant turf of the gallop; as he felt the virile joy which the strength of the horses and the pounding rush of them as they swept past him ever aroused in him.
They danced, and Patricia was still the rattlepate. "You're going over, Uncle Sharon told us. Merle says you're a victim of mob reaction what does that mean? No matter. Pretty soon he said you'd be only a private. Grandpa Gideon looked as if he had bitten into a lemon. He says, 'I believe privates form a very important arm of the service' just like that.
"You cannot escape this, however," declared the Daemon; "for in the world are a good many who do not believe in Santa Claus, and these you are bound to hate bitterly, since they have so wronged you." "Stuff and rubbish!" cried Santa. "And there are others who resent your making children happy and who sneer at you and call you a foolish old rattlepate!
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