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Updated: June 6, 2025
Village-sounds were abroad in the Sunday atmosphere, vibrant with holiness. The farmers stopped in their care for their animals, and spent a moment in innocent wonder of the reason why their pastor should be abroad thus early. Chloe's turban welcomed us first, then Chloe's self. Breakfast, that morning, had a rare charm about it for me.
"'Tis education shows the way, Each latent beauty to display; Each happy genius brings to light, Conceal'd before in shades of night; So diamonds from the gloomy mine, Taught by the workman's hand to shine, On Chloe's ivory bosom blaze, Or grace the crown with brilliant rays. "Mr. and Mrs.
Without waiting for a reply, she hurried to a light pack-sled which stood nearby upon the snow. A moment later she returned with a heavy pair of blankets which she spread at Chloe's side, and then, throwing more wood upon the fire, began rapidly to remove the girl's clothing.
"Certainly; Chloe is your daughter, and she shall pay you all due respect for that, I will answer for my sister as well as for myself. We will never encourage disrespect for parents." Dido renewed and redoubled her thanks, made another profound curtsey, and withdrew with a dignity that, I dare say, in Neb's and Chloe's eyes, boded little good.
Seeing that they had concluded, Lapierre arose, and taking Chloe's hand in both of his, looked straight into her eyes. "Good-by," he said simply. "These Indians will conduct you in safety to your school." And, without waiting for a reply, turned and followed the two canoemen into the brush.
Sempronius, in the meantime, upon some affairs of his duty in the army, had been called away, and was absent the whole time of Chloe's illness, and was not yet returned.
Chloe's optics were no longer tasked to discern the fair lady's lineaments, for the chariot windows came flush with those of the beau on the broad plateau of the hill. His coach door was opened. He sat upright, levelling his privileged stare at Duchess Susan until she blushed. 'Ay, madam, quoth he, 'I am not the first. 'La, sir! said she; 'who are you?
When she unwrapped the little black-haired baby from its foldings of white muslin, Tulee exclaimed: "He looks jus' like his good-for-nothing father; and so does Missy Rosy's baby. I'm 'fraid 't will make poor missy feel bad to see it, for she don't know nothin' 'bout it." "Yes I do, Tulee," said Rosa, who had heard Chloe's voice, and gone out to greet her. "I heard Tom tell you about it."
If war were to be between them, it would be a man's war, waged upon man's terms, in a man's country. No quarter would be given Chloe's lips pressed tight nor would any be asked. The moments lengthened into an appreciable space of time and the man remained motionless, regarding her with that probing, searching stare. Lapierre he ignored after the first swift glance.
So strong was this impression that, as they approached Aunt Chloe's laundry, a pretty rose-covered cottage with an enormous whitewashed barn-like extension in the rear, the black proprietress herself, standing at the door, called her husband to come and look at them, and flashed her white teeth in such unqualified commendation and patronage that Mr.
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