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Hazel's heart almost misgave her as she unfolded her plan to his astonished ears, and saw the look of blank dismay that overspread his face. However, he had not waited all these years to refuse his sweetheart anything in reason now.
He clasped her to him protectingly. "All right, sweetheart all right," he said, soothingly. "You see I have been here on watch. Slade But that is past. I see light outside. He will soon be leaving with me." Elsie clutched him, in renewed panic. "But I'm afraid! I don't want you to leave me, Jack. You'll never, never come back! I want to go along, too.
A tremendous wave of emotion surged through him, and he looked at her with reverence and worship. And for one second his own part of utter selfishness flashed into his understanding, so that he asked, with almost an anxious note in his deep, assured voice: "You are not afraid, sweetheart, to come away for all the rest of your life alone with me?"
"I must thank you for your letter, Phoebe," said Amelius, as he followed her. "By-the-by, who was your messenger?" Phoebe's answer was no answer at all. "Only a young man, sir," she said. "In plain words, your sweetheart, I suppose?" Phoebe's expressive silence was her only reply.
"Not if I ask it, because I love you?" Her brown eyes sparkled with anger: "You'll not find this a joke!" "That's why I treat it seriously, my dear," was the firm reply. "If I could throw up my position in this war on the sudden impulse of my sweetheart, I'd be ashamed to look a man in the face and you would despise me!"
It was cold, the fire was out, and I had to spend the night on the sofa. "Give me a coverlet, dearest, that I may go away from you, for I should die here between love and cold if you made me abstain." "Lie where I have been, sweetheart. I will get up and rekindle the fire."
And we always wondered if he would not have come over to us if his sweetheart had stood firm. Girls do not realize all their power. But it was a happy marriage, what there was of it. Alas! that it should have ended so soon! But I think the child favors her mother." "And it will not do to say all the sweet things we know about her mother," laughed pretty Miss Chew.
She broke out and blamed my lord for his unnatural words, and Mr. Henry because he was sitting there in safety when his brother lay dead, and herself because she had given her sweetheart ill words at his departure, calling him the flower of the flock, wringing her hands, protesting her love, and crying on him by his name so that the servants stood astonished. Mr.
"I haven't a sweetheart, my dear old Catherine." "What next!" said the old woman, laughing. "Only this morning there were footprints under the window that didn't look at all proper!" "A burglar's footprints perhaps, Catherine." "Well, I don't say they weren't, Rose dear, especially as in your calling you have a lot of people round you whom it's well to be careful of.
"Really?" she said; "I thought that I was like my maid, Nastya; I had no words of my own. She said one day to her sweetheart: 'You must be dull with me; you always talk so finely to me, and I have no words of my own." "And thank God for it!" thought Lavretsky.
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