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Then she went out and raked the yard. When dinner was ready she went to the stairs and called Anne. A tear-stained face appeared, looking tragically over the banisters. "Come down to your dinner, Anne." "I don't want any dinner, Marilla," said Anne, sobbingly. "I couldn't eat anything. My heart is broken.
"Of course I love you!" he said, hurriedly "When you are good and reasonable! not when you behave like this! If I DON'T love you, it will be quite your own fault " "My own fault?" she murmured, sobbingly "My own fault? Amadis! What have I done?" "What have you done? It's what you are doing that matters! Giving way to temper and making me uncomfortable! Do you call that 'love'?"
"Nan, is it because you've ceased to care that you tell me to go?" He spoke very quietly, but there was something in the tense, hard-held tones before which she blenched a note of intolerable fear. Her shaking hands went up to her face. It would be better if he thought that of her better for him, at least. For her, nothing mattered any more. "Don't ask me, Peter!" she gasped, sobbingly.
He made all kinds of exaggerated promises to little Eulalie as she clung to him sobbingly, and solemnly pledged himself to kill a bear for Bud, who wanted the hide to make a pair of chaparejos. He remained over night in town, leaving rather late the next day.
She gazed at him candidly. "Yes, of course I understand," she said "I understand that he was a rich man who played the part of a poor one to see if any one would care for him just for himself alone and I I did care oh, I did care! and now I feel as if I couldn't care any more " Her voice broke sobbingly, and Sir Francis Vesey grew desperate. "Don't cry!" he said "Please don't cry!
Jonathan fumbled up something in a crumpled piece of paper, and said sobbingly "Let it be this new half-crown, Grace: I won't say, keep it always; only when you want to use that and more, I humbly ask you'll please come to me."
If you did you would give up this this girl, whoever she is, without a single thought." Her voice dropped sobbingly. "Oh, Jimmy Jimmy, don't be cruel; you can't mean It. I love you so much . . . you belonged to me first." "You sent me away; you lied to me and deceived me."
Having sobbingly disclosed her woes, she was allowed to return to town. Meanwhile Jerome was saying, "Ma belle femme, pourquoi ne revient-elle de la campagne." One morning, as Mme.
Standing there she threw up her clenched hands and prayed sobbingly: "My Father! spare the boy to me! I will dedicate anew my life and his to thy work! I will make him a minister of thy word, and he shall save precious souls. Oh! do not take him away! If not for a lifetime, at least spare him a few years! Even one more year, O my God!"
"Maybe I did or didn't," she prevaricated. "Maybe I don't need to meet anyone or do anything. I witness life. I'm not afraid of it no matter what it is." "She's your betrothed," said the priest. "What do you want done." "Let His will be done. She hides her profanity, promiscuity, and obscenities behind art. She never admits anything," he whined sobbingly. "I don't know what to do with her."
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