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His beloved dead, who in the tumult of carnival mirth had vanished from his memory, again rose before his mind, among them the doctor, who gazed rebukingly at him with his clear, thoughtful eyes. Like an inspiration a thought darted through the youth's brain. He could and would paint Costa, his friend and teacher, Ruth's father.

"Madge," said Graydon, gravely and almost rebukingly, "do you think there was a man present who did not reverence you? I was proud even of your acquaintance." Her face softened under his words, but she did not look at him. "We were partners in misery," she said, laughing softly; "I have a vague remembrance that you were as great a guy as I was."

We look in vain for college pranks, and some of those absurd and foolish things in which young men delight. We wish he could unbend, and be indiscreet, or even impolite, just to show us his humanity. But no, he is always grave, earnest, dignified, and rebukingly handsome.

"That is the means, not the end," he reminded her, rebukingly. "One only wants the world to swallow one's pills for the world's sake." "I don't believe you," she said frankly. "Else you'd move mountains to get the money for the pills, not turn up your nose at the mountain when it comes to you." He laughed heartily. "What a delightful confusion of metaphors!

I don't wish to laugh." His face instantly assumed such portentous and awful gravity that he set her off again to such a degree that the dowagers in the other room looked at her rebukingly. It was bad enough, they thought, that she should talk to old Houghton's son at all, but to show such unbecoming levity-well, it was not what they would "expect of a Bodine."

"You'll have to pass in review before one of our medical gentlemen, and do whatever he deems best." "Dan," murmured Dave, "go over and ask Farley whether he cares to shake hands." Dan crossed in quest of the information. "Never!" growled Farley, with a hissing intake of breath. "It's a shame to have bad blood after the fight is over," muttered Tyson rebukingly.

"I understand that their father was in his study all the time, with his windows open, but never noticed them at all. Of course, he was lost in a book as usual. But I spoke to him about it yesterday, when he called." "How could you dare, Mrs. Marshall Elliott?" asked Susan rebukingly. "Dare! It's time somebody dared something.

"I ain't," said the sloth-bear, with a yawn. "You shouldn't say 'ain't," said the Dodo, rebukingly. "What are you, then?" There was no answer, the creature had gone to sleep. "Wake up! wake up!" cried the Dodo, shaking him violently. "The idea of dropping off to sleep when any one is talking to you!" "I thought you were going to preach," explained the sloth-bear.

Warrington confessed that he was doing only desultory work, but promised to read the scenario to them when it was done. "You are becoming lazy," said Kate rebukingly. "No; only a country gentleman." "Patty, did you hear that? He calls Herculaneum a country village." "Nothing of the sort. One may live in a city and be a countryman still." "Mr. Warrington probably misses New York," said Patty.

"Father, you shouldn't talk so about your neighbours," said his wife rebukingly. "Well now, Mother, you know they are, if you'd only speak up honest. But you're like old Aunt Nancy Scott, you never say anything uncharitable except in the way of business. You know the Gordons ain't like other people and never were and never will be.