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Some employ a burden or refrain. Blow, northern wind, Blow thou me my sweeting, Blow, northern wind, blow, blow, blow! Others are touched with a light melancholy at the coming of winter. Winter wakeneth all my care Now these leavës waxeth bare, Oft I sigh and mournë sare When it cometh in my thought Of this worldes joy, how it goeth all to nought.
She did not understand, and so she could only stare at him with those round, brown eyes of hers dilating, her lovely cheeks blanching with horrid fear. "Why, see," he said at length, with an easy, gruff good-humour, "I place the life of Philip Danvelt in those fair hands to do with as you please. Surely, sweeting, you will not be so unkind as to destroy it."
A day or two, yes. Then he must go back to the woods. When the Injuns failed to finish him off they did a bad job for themselves." "We'll keep him long's we can," said Davis. "Hi, mother! Fill the mixing-bowl with mush and cover it with sweeting." As proud as a boy being praised by his elders, Baby started to strut to the Davis cabin, but quickly fell into a limping walk and whimpered a bit.
If it wasn't a sin of Swanley to charge me three guineas for that pelisse, and wouldn't take it back, I don't know what sin." Mrs. Bingham, although she was accustomed to tea-table disputes, and even enjoyed them, was a little afraid of Mrs. Sweeting's tongue, and thought it politic to interfere. "I agree with you entirely, Mrs. Sweeting, about the inferiority of Mrs.
Besides, bethink you how low is our purse, with bailiff and reeve ever croaking of empty farms and wasting lands. Were it not for this constableship which the Earl of Salisbury hath bestowed upon us we could scarce uphold the state which is fitting to our degree. Therefore, my sweeting, there is the more need that I should turn to where there is good pay to be earned and brave ransoms to be won."
It was content to affirm that Miss Tarrant now and then gave herself airs, that Mrs. Sweeting had a way of her own, that Mr. Cobb lacked spirit and was downtrodden by his wife. She returned and sat down again. "You know nobody in these parts, Mrs. Fairfax?" "Nobody." "Yours is a bold venture, is it not?" "It is certainly.
Suppose she IS divorced; judging from that body of yours, Mrs. Bingham, I shan't have to send back a pelisse half a dozen times to get it altered. When it comes to that you get sick of the thing, and may just as well give it away." Mrs. Sweeting occupied the lowest rank in this particular section of Langborough society. As a grocer Mr.
"Damaris!" she said, and again, "Oh, Damaris, Damaris!" Damaris arose from the window-seat and laid her love-letters away. "In trouble again, Cecily?" she asked, and her voice was like a caress, for the girl was younger than herself. "I know thy 'Oh, Damaris, Damaris!" She closed the cabinet, then turning, put her arm around her fellow maid. "What is't, sweeting?"
Last of all came autumn with its treasures of harvest, fruits, nuts, melons and grains. Wild grapes they found in abundance and all the nut-bearing trees rattled down their treasures for them. The melon-patch, the pound sweeting tree, the peach-orchard and the turnip-field all paid toll to the vagabonds.
She stooped, and passed her light, quick hands over the wayside grasses. Every blade and leaf was a familiar friend, and she greeted them as she touched them, weaving their names into her song in childish fashion, "Buttercup and daisy dear, sorrel for her eating, Mint and rose to please the nose of my pretty sweeting." Then she laughed outright.
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