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"I don't know about that," said Miss Vane; "but if you had an impulsive niece to supply with food for the imagination, you would be very glad of anything that seemed to combine practical piety and picturesque effect." "Oh, if you mean that," began Sewell more soberly, and his wife leaned forward with an interest in the question which she had not felt while the mere joking went on. "Yes.
"I'm glad you can console yourself in that way, David," said his wife relentlessly. The mare stopped again, and Sewell looked over his shoulder at the house, now black in the twilight, on the crest of the low hill across the hollow behind them. "I declare," he said, "the loneliness of that place almost broke my heart.
<b>SEWELL, AMANDA BREWSTER.</b> Bronze medal, Chicago, 1893; bronze medal, Buffalo, 1901; silver medal, Charleston; Clarke prize, Academy of Design, 1903. Member of the Woman's Art Club and an associate of National Academy of Design. Born in Northern New York.
"The Atheneum is well worthy of a visit, and if you have a penchant for graveyards, you may wander over the Granary Burying Ground, where rest the ashes of Samuel Adams, Hancock, Sewell, Faneuil, Otis, and Revere." We spent a delightful morning in Cambridge.
"You are quite right, ladies, all of you. I think these are all good gargles excellent ones." "But I thought you said that they didn't do any good?" said all the ladies in a breath. "No, they don't not the least in the world," said Mr. Sewell; "but they are all excellent gargles, and as long as people must have gargles, I think one is about as good as another."
Sewell held the broth to his lips. He drank a little, yet his face became greyer and greyer; a bluish tinge spread about his mouth. "Have you nothing else, sir?" asked Sewell in despair.
"Back to Willoughby Pastures?" asked Sewell, with not so much faith in that panacea for Lemuel's troubles as he had once had. "No, to some other town. Do you know of anything I could get to do in New York?" "Oh, no, no!" said the minister. "You needn't let this banish you. We must seek this young Mr. "Berry." " Mr. Berry out, and explain the matter to him."
There was a movement in the crowd about them, and Letty, looking up, suddenly found herself close to a tall lady, whose dark eyes were bent upon her. "How do you do, Miss Sewell?" Letty, a little fluttered, gave her hand and replied. Lady Maxwell glanced across her at the tall young man, with the fair, irregular face. George bowed involuntarily, and she slightly responded.
The story was told throughout in the poetico-jocular spirit of the opening sentences; the reporter had felt the simple charm of the affair, only to be ashamed of it and the more offensive about it. When she had finished Mrs. Sewell did not say anything. She merely looked at her husband, who looked really sick.
"Je n'en vois pas la necessite!" said Betty, over her shoulder. "Betty, what a babe you are!" cried her husband, as Bayle, Watton, and Bennett all disappeared together. "Not at all!" cried Betty. "I wanted to get some truth out of somebody. For, of course, the real truth is that this Miss Sewell is "
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