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From that time she would be put up every day, and as time went on showed such unchildish courage and spirit that she furnished to her servant companions a new pastime. Soon she would not be held on, but riding astride like a boy, would sit up as straight as a man and swear at her horse, beating him with her heels and little fists if his pace did not suit her.

"Mais oui, madame!" cried Virginie, clasping her hands ecstatically. "Like a veritable angel!" "I shouldn't have thought it," commented her ladyship drily. Her shrewd eyes swept the child's tense little face with its long, Eastern eyes and the mouth that showed so vividly scarlet against its unchildish pallor.

The nervous twitch was to be seen again in her face, and she seemed to be trying to control it. "What for?" she said. "For my kindness to you," replied Miss Minchin. "For my kindness in giving you a home." Sara went two or three steps nearer to her. Her thin little chest was heaving up and down, and she spoke in a strange, unchildish voice. "You are not kind," she said. "You are not kind."

But it really did not matter much. Already, in his seven years of life, the small boy had decided that nothing really mattered much, and his dark, grim little face, with its deep-cut, unchildish lines, bore witness to the unwavering strength of this conviction.

He'd do it if you did not know beforehand." "Oh!" said Betty, with unflinching clearness. "He is a liar, is he?" The helpless rage in the unchildish eyes, the shaking voice, as he cried out in answer, were a shock. It was as if he wildly rejoiced that she had spoken the word. "Yes, he's a liar a liar!" he shrilled. "He's a liar and a bully and a coward.

Among the flowers lay a girl in a white muslin dress, with her arms crossed and pressed on her bosom, as though carved out of marble. But her loose fair hair was wet; there was a wreath of roses on her head. The stern and already rigid profile of her face looked as though chiselled of marble too, and the smile on her pale lips was full of an immense unchildish misery and sorrowful appeal.

He stood as he had stood before, his small, old, unchildish face turned up to the German, his black eyes fixed unwaveringly upon her gray ones. Under the glance Fraulein's expression changed. For an instant there was a look of bewilderment on her face, of a doubt of the wisdom of her choice of a mission for this unusual new-comer, but it disappeared as quickly as it had come.

Clerke did not think my dear friend "very nice." "Mr. Andrewes is a very remarkable man," said the tutor. And he constantly repeated this. "He is a very remarkable man." After a while Mr. Clerke ceased to be put out by my asking strange unchildish questions which he was not always able to answer. He often said, "We will ask Mr.

Yet, when the swift revulsion such knowledge brought with it made her ready to dismiss him at once, thought of Deanie's wasted little countenance, with the red burning high on the sharp, unchildish cheekbone, stayed her. For a while she walked with bent head. Heavily before her mind's eye went the picture of Gray Stoddard among his own people, in his own world where she could never come.

There came over pretty Mrs. Crofton a slight feeling of apprehension and discomfiture she could not have told why. "When did you last see my godfather?" he asked abruptly, in an unchildish voice, and with a quaintly grown-up manner. "Your godfather?" she repeated hesitatingly, and yet she knew quite well who he meant. "I mean Major Radmore," he explained.

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