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Bert liked to hear his cousin complimented, especially when he had such admiration himself for the girl who never pouted, and he knew that the tribute did not in any way take from Dorothy's other good quality, that of being a refined and cultured girl. "Girls don't have to be babies to be ladylike," added Bert. "Nan always plays ball with me, and can skate and all that.
Near the end of Ashead main street she had turned to him in her seat beside the driver, and conveyed silently, with the dental play of her tongue and pouted lips, 'No title. Upon that sign, waxen to those lips, he had said to the driver, 'You took your orders from Lady Charlotte? And the reply, 'Her ladyship directed me sir, exonerated Lord Ormont so far.
Josephine, who was very fond of her necklace, pouted a little; but the gift, thus obtained, was a triumphant reply to those who claimed that Bonaparte had made a fortune in Italy; besides, why had she taken the interests of the young couple so to heart? She had insisted on marrying them, and she ought to contribute to the dowry.
"You certainly are an artist, Henriette," I answered, desirous of placating her. "Then you should know better than to intimate that I am in this business for the sordid dollars and cents there are to be got out of it," pouted my mistress. "Mr. Vauxhall Bean doesn't chase the aniseseed bag because he loves to shed the aniseseed or hungers for bags as an article of food.
'I would have if you had not burnt my pretty clothes! she pouted. 'Ah ungrateful! 'Indeed, then, I will promise, sir, she said from her heart. 'Wherever I am, if I have bodily strength I will come to you. He pressed her hand. 'It is a solemn promise, he replied. 'Now I must go, for you know your way.
"Don't you mind her teasing," pouted his partner; "if we like to talk better than to dance, it's our own affair." Sandy wished devoutly that it was somebody else's. When they returned, they went back to their old corner. The chairs, evidently considering them permanent occupants, assumed an air of familiarity which he resented.
Tinknor, having pouted at Tom, and made her financial arrangements with the Squire, we now behold Little Wolf in the embrace of one, who had so long stretched forth her arms to receive her. The first raptures over, we hear Miss Marsden saying, "we will never part with our Little Wolf again, will we, brother?" The response is, "Not if I can help it."
The very beauty of the Cordillera is a sign of storm. I am sorry to be a croaker; yet we are running into a gale." "I shall ask the captain," pouted Isobel, rising. The Count twisted his mustache. He knew that both ladies were in the forbidden territory of the bridge when the fracas occurred. "You, perhaps, are a good sailor?" said he, addressing Elsie. "I am afraid to boast," she answered.
"This was mamma's my own mamma's," she said. "Leam will never tell me about mamma: you tell me, Major Harrowby," coaxingly. "I cannot: I did not know her," said Edgar in an altered voice, while Leam looked as if her judgment had come, but bore it as she had borne all the rest, resolutely. "I want to hear about mamma, and who killed her," pouted Fina.
"That's better than letting you pamper yourself with the indulgence of unhappiness." "But I want to be unhappy," pouted Io. "I want to be pampered." "Naturally. You always will be, I expect, as long as there are men in the world to do your bidding. However, I must see to supper."
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