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"Oh, yes, he meant kindly. Well, if it hasn't been too much for you, I'm glad you told me. Your sympathy, your face, will be a sweet memory to carry, G od only knows where. Since it can't be little Sadie's face or my wife's I'm glad it's yours. What am I saying? as if I should forget their dear faces through all eternity." "Ah! captain, I wish you could hear one of our soldiers, talk.
"The thing is this. You know I've no children; and I can't say I've ever fretted over it much; but my wife has; and whether it is that she has infected me, or that I grieve over my good practice going to a stranger, when I ought to have had a son to take it after me, I don't know; but, of late, I've got to look with covetous eyes on all healthy boys, and at last I've settled down my wishes on this Leonard of yours, Mrs Denbigh."
There were spots of ink upon the hand with which she stood before him, nervously plaiting and folding her white skirts. 'He took her by the arm, and looked her, yet more closely and steadily, in the face. "Now, die! I have done with you." 'She shrunk, and uttered a low, suppressed cry. "I am not going to kill you. I will not endanger my life for yours. Die!"
I love danger! verily, I believe I must; yes! I must claim it." "What!" exclaimed Paullus, turning pale from excitement; "Is it yours? Do you say that it is yours?" "Look! look!" exclaimed Catiline, springing to his feet; "here they come, here they come now; this is the last round. By the gods! but they are gallant horses, and well matched!
It is you who are deceiving me now. If he loved you, you were sure to love him." "What am I to do how am I to convince you? How hard this is!" "Hard! What, then, must it be to me? You did not think this passion was in me, did you? You judged me by that meek cold-blooded heart of yours. But mine is all burning burning! Woe be to those who kindled the fire."
I should like to question her," asked the other. But cousin Matthew answered that she always refused to see strangers, and it would be no use to urge her, she would not answer him. "Who is she? Is she any kin of yours?" asked Mr. McAllister. "Oh, no!" said my cousin Agnes: "she has had no relatives since I have known her, and I think she has no friends now but ourselves.
They've been used by other people before you and they'll be used by other people the moment your bill is settled. What you want and what every one wants, is something more than friendship a human relation with one person who is so much yours that your intimacies are a secret from all the world." "Some one with whom I can be little," she whispered, "and foolish and off my guard." He smiled.
Ferrars would only allow him five hundred a-year, she would make as good an appearance with it as any body else would with eight. Lord! how snug they might live in such another cottage as yours or a little bigger with two maids, and two men; and I believe I could help them to a housemaid, for my Betty has a sister out of place, that would fit them exactly." Here Mrs.
I tell you this! she will think your true man the worst impostor of the two." There I indignantly contradicted him. "His face may be a disappointment to her," I said "I own that. But there it will end. Her hand will tell her, when he takes it, that there is no impostor deceiving her this time." "Her hand will tell her nothing no more than yours.
This, you must confess, does not savor of either the severity or parsimony of old age. I consider this agreement between us, as a subsidiary treaty on my part, for services to be performed on yours.
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