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Cousin Teresa, tall and thin, with hard, red cheeks, shaded her pleasant eyes with her hand. The play began. It depicted the rising in the Tyrol of 1809: the village life, dances and yodelling; murmurings and exhortations, the warning beat of drums; then the gathering, with flintlocks, pitchforks, knives; the battle and victory; the homecoming, and festival.
Instead he walked beside her in silence, again hating the town. Halfway down the hill the tall woman stopped by the road-side. Darkness was coming on and the glow of the coke ovens lighted the sky. "One living up here and never going down there might think it rather grand and big," he said. Again the hatred came.
I wonder whar he did come from?" she pursued, "an' what he sho' 'nough name? He sholy couldn' been named 'Ole 'Stracted, jes so; dat ain' no name 'tall. Yit ef he ain' 'stracted, 'tain' nobody is. He ain' even know he own name," she continued, presently.
He did, in fact, press him to dine upon the morning of the day the Senator was going away. Senator Dilworthy was large and portly, though not tall a pleasant spoken man, a popular man with the people.
This even tint was indeed broken up by streaks of yellow sandbreak in the lower lands, and by many tall trees of the pine family, out-topping the others some singly, some in clumps; but the general coloring was uniform and sad. The hills ran up . . . Pee-wee blinked his eyes, yawned, then suddenly drew himself up into an erect sitting posture and pushed the book from him.
The day before Christmas-eve the expected visitors arrived just in time to dress for dinner. The family was assembled in the large old drawing-room of dingy white and tarnished gold when Miss Vavasor entered. She was tall and handsome and had been handsomer, for she was not of those who, growing within, grow more beautiful without as they grow older.
A gate of striking artistic fitness, now long crumbled with the wooden plough and the quaint pack-saddles of the tall grandsires. We rode south in the early daylight.
Tall and stately, his armor blazing in the sunshine, he came straight towards her a man, a hero exactly as her fancy had painted him in many a dark and sleepless hour. As he passed her mother's tomb, she felt as though a cold hand laid a grip on her beating heart.
"The count said that his sister was dead to him from the evening of her flight." "Who CAN this young girl be, then?" "Bless me! I don't know. What sort of a looking person is she?" "Very tall; a brunette." "How old is she?" "Eighteen or nineteen." The woman made a rapid calculation on her fingers. "Nine and four are thirteen," she muttered, "and five are eighteen. Ah, ha! why not?
The tall lady, whose noble face and majestic figure were shrouded in a thick veil, was Juliane's mother and she had offered the sick ropedancer a home in her wealthy household. "If she had only known," thought Kuni, "the injury I was inflicting upon her heart's treasure, she would rather have hunted me with dogs from her threshold."
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