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I tried a sweet-looking little chap in white next, with exactly the same result. Somehow, his manner made me feel ashamed of myself. But, as you know, I wanted the Time Machine, and I tried him once more. As he turned off, like the others, my temper got the better of me.
Innocent and happy, with dark eyes and a soft mouth, Miss Maddison dropped a little curtsey to the presidential pair, and the room turned to look at her as she did so. "A very sweet-looking girl," said the General warmly. "Her father is, I think, a professor." "He was. He is now just a writer of books. But Elsie was brought up in Cambridge. How did Mr. Roger know them?"
I would sleep on the bare floor by her side rather than not be with her, sweet dear." "Yes, do," said Adam in an anxious tone. "The Miss Pembertons will be glad to have you, mother, for there is no one not even they themselves can know better how to tend her than you." Just as Adam had finished speaking the latch was lifted, and a sweet-looking young girl entered the cottage.
"You are a sweet-looking girl," said Moll, fixing her haggard, but yet beautiful eyes upon the fragile form beside her. "It's a pity you must be unhappy. Has that fellow been unkind to you?" "What fellow madam?" "Philip." "He is my husband, madam," replied Miranda, mildly, but with the slightest accent of displeasure. "He is, eh? Hum! You love him dearly, don't you?"
They had tea with us, and, I need scarcely say, were warmly welcomed in our little family circle, those in the house who were but small children then being in after years proud to remember that they had had such noble characters under their roof. Mrs. Ellen Forrester was a homely, sweet-looking, little North of Ireland woman.
He would in the dreary autumn evenings show them the photographs of his wife a sweet-looking woman and his two solid-looking, handsome children, and talk with rapture of his home life. Why, indeed, was there this War! His heart like his Emperor's bled for these unhappy Belgians. But it was all due to the Macchiavellian policy of "Sir Grey and Asquiss."
Then a pale, gentle-looking woman was seen moving softly about; and it was whispered that this was the mother come to nurse her child. Everybody liked her, she was so sweet-looking, and gave so little trouble, and seemed so patient, and so thankful for any inquiries about her daughter, whose illness, it was understood, although its severity was mitigated, was likely to be long and tedious.
He leaned out of the window and took a long look at her with scarcely an extra beat of the heart, except for the triumph of having met her face to face and remained unknown. His longest look was for Aunt Lois, who loved him, and was now helping to avenge him. Strange, strange, strange! "Well?" cried Mona eagerly. "The old lady is a very sweet-looking woman," he answered.
"I met her in front of Crosby's one day last summer. And she was so sweet-looking I stopped and spoke to her I couldn't help it. She had beautiful eyes, and the softest light curls, and she was dressed so pretty, and the flowers on her hat were nice. The embroidery on her dress was very fine, too.
He looks terribly ill, pale, and oldened. "I asked him a great deal about his wife, whom I remember a very pretty, sweet-looking girl indeed, at my Aunt Hobson's, but with a not agreeable mother as I thought then. He answered me by monosyllables, appeared as though he would speak, and then became silent.
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