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I could not be far from thee long; the saints forfend I should. But tell me, Dorothy, how go our fortunes now; I fear not well?" "Alas, no! Lady Maude is stricter than ever," she replied. "Were I a lazy serving-maid mine were a happier lot." "And Sir Edward, what of him?" "He wooes me with threats. Was ever a maiden won thus, John? He vows I shall be his bride, and O " "What, dearest?"
Paul de Roustache bade the serving-maid bring him a bottle of wine, and passed an hour in consuming it very thoughtfully. Guillaume returned from his conversation with the innkeeper just as the last glass was poured out. To Paul's annoyance he snatched it up and drained it an act of familiarity that reached insolence.
Only an old serving-maid was in the chamber; no one else was watching. My brother pressed my head to his bosom. And so we stood there a long time. Suddenly my brother told me to kiss my father's hand, and then we must go.
But it was only the little French serving-maid upon some errand which she quickly despatched. "Well, now what do you think?" asked Mrs. Ellison. "Why, I think you've a surprising knowledge of French for one who studied it at school. Do you suppose she understood you?" "O, nonsense! You know I mean Kitty and her very queer behavior.
The Countess von Falkenstein!" murmured her lover more to himself than to, his eager listener, the lines on his perplexed brow showing that he was endeavouring to adjust the real and the ideal in his slow brain. "A Countess, Herbert, who will joyfully exchange the privileges of her station for the dear preference shown to the serving-maid."
It was after their meeting that the real progress of her career commenced. Her Royal master established her in the palace as serving-maid to the ailing Tsarina, a generous but somewhat tactless act on his part. Somehow or other, history whispers, Anna fell foul of the Tsarina they simply hated one another. Occasionally the Tsarina would throw hot water over Anna for sheer spite.
The Lady of the Seven Stars did not indeed ring a bell, because such was not the fashion of the time, but she whistled on a silver call, which was hung by her side, and a tight serving-maid entered the room. "Tell Dick Ostler to come here," said Mrs. Bickerton. Dick Ostler accordingly made his appearance; a queer, knowing, shambling animal, with a hatchet-face, a squint, a game-arm, and a limp.
Meanwhile the serving-maid went in to the Jew and said to him, 'There are a man and a woman at the gate, with a sick child; and they have given me a quarter-dinar for thee, that thou mayst go down and see the child and prescribe for him. When the Jew saw the quarter-dinar, he was glad and rose hastily and went down in the dark.
By the last of three dim- looking windows, made dimmer by brown moreen draperies, edged genteelly with black cotton velvet, stood a girl of very soft and pensive expression of features, pretty unquestionably, excessively pretty; but there was something so delicate and elegant about her, the bend of her head, the shape of her slight figure, the little fair hands crossed one on each other, as the face mournfully and listlessly turned to the window, that "pretty" would have seemed a word of praise too often proffered to milliner and serving-maid.
To his threats of death, her answer was, "You are my lord; my life is in your hands, to take or to give." How few are the wives, in our day, who show such angelic meekness! It touched all hearts around her, save that of the implacable Barbazure! "Is there no pity, sir?" asked the chaplain who had attended her. "No pity?" echoed the weeping serving-maid.
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