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"I beg I pray you to remain one moment," cried the young man, reseating her with gentle force upon the sofa. He walked half across the room to repress his agitation; then leaning on a table near the young girl, said: "Mademoiselle Charlotte, you are unhappy; are you not?" "A little, perhaps," she answered. "I do not mean at this moment, but always?" "Always!"
What would they do with him? Ah, who will protect thee, my son, in that dangerous place?" he continued, reseating himself, and again taking his pupil's hands in his own with a paternal solicitude, as he endeavored to read his thoughts in his countenance.
The farmers had given up their distrust of him, and accepted him loyally as friend and landlord, submitting to the reseating of the church, and only growling moderately at decorations that cost them nothing.
Lincoln to decide, which she soon did by reseating herself and saying, laughingly, "I don't know but I'll stay for a taste of those delicious looking strawberries I saw your servant carry past the window." Erelong the little tea-bell rang, and Mrs.
"We have more to tell you than you have for us," said Phelps, reseating himself upon the couch. "I hoped you might have something." "Yes, we have had an adventure during the night, and one which might have proved to be a serious one." His expression grew very grave as he spoke, and a look of something akin to fear sprang up in his eyes.
My dear sister, I ought not to repeat such things, but the words ring in my ears like a funeral knell." "Let us not speak of him any more at present," he added, reseating himself at my side, and he took my hand and pressed it on his throbbing temples. "There is sweetness in a sister's sympathy, balm in her gentle touch." Mrs.
"No, child, we understand each other," said her father, reseating himself, with Kate in her accustomed place on the arm of his chair, while Walcott took the large chair on the other side of the fire; "and you neither of you need any assurance of my good wishes or good intentions towards you; but," he continued, doubtfully, shaking his head, "I don't quite like the way you've gone about this business, Puss."
Are you going to send me to prison?" He said this openly, cynically, like a man. He was a little ragged street-arab, as tall as a boot, his forehead hidden under a queer mop of yellow hair. Nobody claimed him, and they sent him to the Reform School. Not very intelligent, idle, clumsy with his hands, the only trade he could learn there was not a good one that of reseating straw chairs.
The visitor continued eating. "I do mean it," repeated Mrs. Korner, for the third time, reseating herself a minute later at the table. "I would give anything anything," reiterated the lady recklessly, "to see Christopher more like the ordinary sort of man." "But he has always been the sort the sort of man he is," her bosom friend reminded her.
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