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They stood in the hall near the front door, and here Dr. Hartwell found them when he left the sickroom. Eugene looked up as he approached them, and stepped forward with a smile of recognition to shake the extended hand. Beulah's countenance became instantly repellent, and she was turning away when the doctor addressed her: "You must feel very much fatigued from being up all night.
Beulah's was filled with alarm, little Evert and savage massacres suddenly crossing the sensitive mind of the young mother; while Maud's tone had much of the stern resolution that she had summoned to sustain her in a moment of such fearful trial. "Yes, Nick Sassy Nick," repeated the Indian, in his guttural voice "Ole friend you no glad see him?"
"This," answered the major, laying before his sisters two small packages, each marked with the name of its proper owner. "My mother has her's, too, and my father has not been forgotten." Beulah's exclamations proved how much she was gratified with her presents; principally trinkets and jewelry, suited to her years and station.
"Had you come a minute sooner, master Bob, it might have been an advantage." "Oh! Beulah's remarks I do not fear; so long as I get off unscathed from yours, Miss Maud, I shall think myself a lucky fellow. But what has brought me and my training into discussion, this morning?" "It is natural for sisters to speak about their brother after so long "
"They do not want me, my dear Lilly; but you can kneel down and say your prayers, and God will hear you just as well as if you were here with me, and I will ask Him to love you all the more, and take care of you " Here a little arm stole round poor Beulah's neck, and Claudia whispered with a sob: "Will you ask Him to love me too?" "Yes, Claudy; I will." "We will try to be good.
I shall always pray that he will guide and save you." She leaned forward, kissed Beulah's forehead, and left the room. One afternoon in October the indisposition of one of her music pupils released Beulah earlier than usual, and she determined to seize this opportunity and visit the asylum.
All restraint vanished; the conversation was gay, and spiced now and then with repartees which elicited Georgia's birdish laugh and banished for a time the weary, joyless expression of Beulah's countenance. The berries were finally arranged to suit Georgia's taste, and the party returned to the little parlor. Here Beulah was soon engaged by Mr.
She still saw the forms of the dead, in their customary places, heard their laughs, the tones of their affectionate voices, the maternal whisper, the playful, paternal reproof, or Beulah's gentle call.
Beulah, the younger daughter of a widowed mother now visiting in the home of the elder daughter, Beulah's sister Agatha, in the expectation of what the Victorians refer to as an "interesting event" was technically under the chaperonage of her Aunt Ann, a solemn little spinster with no control whatever over the movements of her determined young niece.
Her eyes were very wide, her brow intent and serious, and her delicate lips lightly parted. At that moment she bore a striking resemblance to the Botticelli head in Beulah's drawing-room that she had so greatly admired. Of all the people concerned in her history, she was the most tranquilly occupied. Peter in the room beyond was packing his trunk and his suit-case.
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