Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 15, 2025
Her mind grew in such companionship. She lived no more alone: she had found friends who sympathized with her. Smiles and tears became frequent on her face, making it more beautiful. As You Like It was just as she liked it. The forest of Arden was her forest. Rosalind's banished father was her father: that busy man she had never seen.
It will do her no harm. It's bright and dry " "Oh, mater, yes! I told Peg I would take her out," chimed in Arthur, starting from his seat by Rosalind's side, and looking quite distressed because he had momentarily forgotten his promise. "Wrap her up well, and we'll take care of her. The air will do her good." "I think it will, but you must not go far not an inch beyond the crossroads.
Celia complimented her cousin on this good, fortune which had happened to the duke, Rosalind's father, and wished her joy very sincerely, though she herself was no longer heir to the dukedom, but by this restoration which her father had made, Rosalind was now the heir, so completely was the love of these two cousins unmixed with anything of jealousy or of envy.
Not most decent people." "Most people aren't decent. You think they are. You've not lived in my set nor in Rosalind's. You're still fresh from Oxford stuck all over with Oxford manners and Oxford codes. You don't know the raddled gossip who fishes for your secrets and then throws them about for fun, like tennis balls." "I know Rosalind, thank you, Nan."
"That you are engaged to Lord Everscourt!" said Peggy, with one last pang for the memory of Arthur's loss, but keeping her hand still linked in Rosalind's, in remembrance of her promise to that dear brother. "I have been expecting it, Rosalind, and am not at all surprised. I told you, you remember, that it was bound to happen. I congratulate you, and wish you every happiness."
A delicate pink came into Rosalind's cheeks. She rose to leave the room. "Mr. Hammond is not in my style," she said. "Much too severe and too learned. Good night, girls. I must look over the notes of that wretched French lecture before I go to bed." Rosalind sought her own room, which was in another corridor. It was late now past eleven o'clock. The electric light had been put out.
Meanwhile, let us complete Rosalind's arrangements. The result of our conversation was that she was to proceed to Yellowsands on the morrow, and that I was to follow as soon as possible, so as to be available should she chance to need any advice, and at all events to give myself the pleasure of meeting her again.
Two pairs of eyes, the brown and the gray, looked into each other steadily and soberly for a few seconds, then a dimple began to make itself visible in Rosalind's check, whereat the brown eyes twinkled again. "Well, what do you think of me?" they asked. "You aren't much like Great-uncle Allan," said Rosalind, laughing. "Heavens! was that your idea of me?
Whittredge was rigid where table manners were concerned. Rosalind might not be excused until every one had finished; and to-day Uncle Allan dallied over his dessert, discussing business and the new mills with his mother, while Rosalind's impatience grew.
The respect and awe and adoring admiration which she was accustomed to receive from other girls of her own age seemed altogether wanting in Peggy's case; and yet, strange to say, the very fact that she refused to fall down and worship invested Peggy with a peculiar importance in Rosalind's eyes.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking