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Beyond the pine woods, in the patch of sunny road bordered by dust-covered hardhack and elder, she paused for a moment, to dash the tears from her eyes. There in the open day she felt as if some prying glance might read her grief. The woods were kinder to it. Sabrina's house was at the first turning, a gray, weather-beaten dwelling of mellow tones, set within a generous sweep of green.
He felt that Frarnie was not very sympathetic, that her large white face seldom sparkled with much intelligence, that she would make but a dull companion; but, for all that, she would be, he knew, an excellent housewife: she would bring a house with her too; and when a man is married, and has half a dozen children tumbling round him, there is entertainment enough for him, and it is another bond between him and the wife he did not love too well at first; and if she were his, his would be the Sabrina also, and when the Sabrina's days were over perhaps a great East Indiaman, and with that the respect and deference of all his townsmen: court would be paid to him, his words would be words of weight, he would have a voice in the selection of town-officers, he would roll up money in the bank, and some day he should be master of the great Maurice mansion and the gardens and grapehouses.
Why, by purchasing masters of our prime rank and special style. George and myself were at one time likely, and pretty well relied upon, to keep up the fame of Sabrina's crown, and hold our own at Oxford. But suddenly it so fell out that both of us were cut short of classics, and flung into this unclassic world.
Thence D'Urville made for Valparaiso, after which, having entirely crossed Oceania, he cast anchor on the 1st January, 1839, off Guam, arrived at Batina in October, and went thence to Hobart's Town, whence, on the 1st January, 1840, he started on a new trip in the Antarctic regions. At this time D'Urville knew nothing either of Balleny's voyage, or of the discovery of Sabrina's Land.
A week's rapt walking in these mid-heavens, where earth and care and each to-morrow was forgotten, and there broke in upon them the voice of the Sabrina's owner seeking for Andrew Traverse.
I thought of you down here in your garden, and well, I don't know, Bina. I showed that note to my wife, and she said, 'Bina must be a dear." Sabrina's eyes questioned him. "Yes," he said frankly. "She's a dear, too only different. It's been all right, Bina." "Ain't that good!" she whispered happily. "I'm glad."
Sits around the flat and gazes at his photo all day and from quitting time on she is there with her ear to the ground waiting to hear him get out of the elevator. "That aint little Sabrina's graft. "Nix.
A sense of her own youth and her sharp sorrow came at once upon the girl, and she cried out: "I've got to face it. It won't let me do anything else. It's here, Sabrina. I couldn't help feeling it, if I killed myself trying." Sabrina's face softened exquisitely. "I guess 'tis here," she said tenderly. "I guess you do feel it.
He got talking with Richmond, old times and all, and he just wanted to come. And the railroad's going through the ten-acre pasture, and Richmond'll get a lot of money." Sabrina's hand rested on the girl's head. "There, dear," she said movingly. "Didn't I tell you? Don't cry till to-morrow, an' maybe you won't have to then." Clelia sat up, wiping her eyes and laughing. "That isn't all," she said.
"I prepared you for a change," said the Fairy, with a smile; "but come, we are not the only ones to be set free. Let us not forget our companions in misfortune any more than those in our prosperity." The Prince made the politest of bows, and said he was completely under the Lady Sabrina's directions.
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