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But it came to me in the night, a week ago, that after all I should hate a man who didn't love his Fatherland; and in the illumination of that new idea Ronald's character assumed a different outline in my mind. How could he love America when he had never seen it?
The Buckle had been Ronald's fairy godmother yet his father did not blame him for abhorring and disowning it. Mr. Grew himself often bitterly regretted having bestowed his own name on the instrument of his material success, though, at the time, his doing so had been the natural expression of his romanticism.
How Gertrude's heart had beat with anticipation, and with what trepidation she had overhauled her scant wardrobe in order to appear not unworthy in Lord Ronald's eyes. Her resources were poor indeed, yet the inborn genius for dress that she inherited from her French mother stood her in good stead.
Cecil fancies that this man Berners is a friend of Lord Ronald's. We want to know if it is so." Jeanne raised her head and looked her stepmother steadily in the face. "This is all very mysterious," she said. "I do not understand it at all. We seem to be almost in hiding here, seeing no one and going nowhere.
Only a few days after the conversation we have just narrated, when Maurice entered Ronald's sitting-room he found the student with an open letter in his hand. As he lifted his eloquent, brown eyes from the paper a glittering moisture beaded their darkly fringed lashes, and an expression of ineffable tenderness looked out from their lustrous depths.
We will not attempt to portray the meeting between Ronald and his parents, a meeting so full of joy that its throbs quickened into the pulse of pain, as though clay-compassed hearts were hardly large enough to endure the ecstasy of such a reunion. Nor will we dwell upon the proud elation with which Ronald's first ambitious attempt in art was contemplated by his parents.
This thought was uppermost in Ronald's mind, as he opened the well-known wicket and was crossing the court-yard to enter the hall. At that moment Colonel Armytage was sallying out to inspect the domain which he hoped soon would be his own.
He would be kind to my father and mother; but I do not love him," she added. Clasping her tender little hands round Ronald's arm, "I do not love him," she sobbed; "and, Ronald, I do love you." He bent down and kissed her pretty, tear-bedewed face, all the chivalry of his nature aroused by her words. "You shall be my wife, Dora," he said, proudly, "and not his.
It's so funny to be told that one ought really to take the tenants into consideration. Exactly like your brother Ronald's notions about servants! 'Your lunch is ready in the dining-room, sir, said a voice at the door. 'Come back here when you've finished, Mr. Le Breton, Hilda called after him. 'I'll teach you how to make that cannon you missed just now.
During the long years Dora had grown to love the stately, gentle lady who was Ronald's mother. She could not resist her sweet, gracious dignity and winning manners. So, when Lady Earle, before seeing her granddaughters, went to Dora's room, wishing for a long consultation with her, Dora received her with gentle, reverential affection.
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