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Updated: July 13, 2025
"Sometimes. Not always. Sometimes I cannot get through with my lessons, and they stretch on into the evening." "How many lessons does this lady think a person of your age and capacity can manage in the twenty-four hours?" said the doctor, taking out his knife as he spoke and beginning to trim the thorns off a bit of sweetbriar he had cut. I stopped to make the reckoning.
"No woman but a witch could get Sweetbriar past that turn," he said to himself, laughing outright, "And no man, who had not a pair of spurs on." At last, getting out of all patience, Mistress Putnam raised her whip and brought it down sharply on her horse's shoulder.
"He was a true man, this who lived for England, And he knew how to die." "Sweet? There are many sweet things. Clover's sweet, And so is liquorice, though 'tis hard to chew; And sweetbriar till it scratches." "Look, Margaret! Thine aunt, Dame Marjory, is come to spend thy birthday with thee."
The horse, under the circumstances, the young man having a lady's safety to consult, was the master. Repeated trials only proved it. Whenever the fierce, final tug of war came, Mistress Ann's safety had to be consulted, and the horse had his own way. So, as the result Sweetbriar started off in a sharp canter up, instead of down, the road.
She stood hesitating, with a lovely wavering colour in her cheeks. "Don't you remember," he went on, "you gave me a bit of sweetbriar on the evening of the first day we ever met?" "I remember!" and her voice was very soft and tremulous. "I have that piece of sweetbriar still," he said; "I shall never part with it. And old David must have known all about it!"
"She'll flower best here, where her roots go down into Sweetbriar hearts and Sweetbriar prayers, Uncle Tucker; she knows that's true, and so do you," answered Rose Mary quickly. "And anyway, Mr.
But that was only for a little while, and now I never get the time to breathe between the things that happen along Providence Road for me to attend to. I came back to Sweetbriar like an empty crock, with just dregs of disappointment at the bottom, and now I'm all ready every morning to have five gallons of lovely folks-happenings poured into a two-and-a-half-gallon capacity.
Rucker in his long drawl as he began on a fourth white mound. "It reminds me of 'the snow, the snow what falls from Heaven to earth below, and keeps a-falling." Mr. Rucker was a poet at heart and a husband to Mrs. Rucker by profession, and his flights were regarded by Sweetbriar at large with a mixture of pride and derision. "Cal," said Mrs. Rucker sternly, "don't you eat more'n half that saucer.
It had an overrun little garden in front, separated from the fields by a riotous hedge of sweetbriar. It had a few orange, and lemon, and peach trees on its west side, the survivors of what had once been intended for an orchard, and a line of pepper trees on the other, between it and the road. Neglected roses and a huge wistaria clambered over its dilapidated face.
He's got to tie down his seat in the state house with a white ribbon, and he's got no mind for fooling with phosphate dirt. He's a mighty fine man, and all of Sweetbriar thinks a heap of him. Do you want to help me lift this wagon wheel on to this jack, so I can sorter grease her up against the next time I use her?" "Say, Uncle Tuck, Aunt Viney says for you to come right there now and bring Mr.
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