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The clothes were very large." "Must have belonged to Eudora's first husband. He was a stout man," said Edward. "And I have given two small suits of men's clothes to the Aid Society for the next out-West barrel." "Eudora's second husband's." "And I gave the washerwoman enough old baking-dishes to last her lifetime, and some cracked dishes.
The porter touched her under the chin, and said, with a rude laugh, "Do you suppose, my pretty dolphin, that Artaphernes buys his own dinner?" Eudora's eyes flashed fire at this familiarity; but checking her natural impetuosity, she replied, "It was not concerning the fish that I wished to speak to your master. We have business of importance."
Perceiving Eudora's thoughtful countenance, she said: "Is my gentle friend disturbed, lest infant nymphs closed their brief existence when these stems were broken?" "Nay;" replied Eudora: "My heart is sad; but not for the perished genii of the flowers."
His attitude and gesture were impassioned; and though the expression of Eudora's countenance could not be seen, she was evidently giving him no ungracious audience. Philothea put her hand to her heart, which throbbed violently with painful emotion.
With a sudden spring the venomous creature coiled itself about Eudora's form, and its poisoned tongue seemed just ready to glance into her heart; yet still the maiden laughed merrily, heedless of her danger.
The Colonel bowed and said that was his business, and early the next morning started on foot along the road he had trodden twice before, and which brought Eudora before him so vividly that it seemed as if she were walking at his side, and once, as some animal ran through the bushes near the grave at the turn of the road, he started at the sound as if it had been the rustle of Eudora's white dress as he heard it that day.
I have, however, one request to make to her, or those who attend to her affairs. I want my nephew, Howard, to have twenty thousand dollars, enough for any young man to start on if there is any get-up in him, and Howard has considerable. "Written by me and signed this day of July, 18 , the anniversary of Eudora's funeral and the big picnic on my grounds.
Helen's had blue eyes and Eudora's brown, but both were red-cheeked and had black hair, which was not really hair at all, but shaped of the composition and curled and painted over. They had a grand long slide in their garden at the back. The servant would flood it over now and then and make it smooth as glass. Doris found it quite an art to stand up.
Glynn, her daughter, and her sister became important, full of sly and triumphant knowledge. "Haven't you heard?" asked Mrs. Glynn. "Yes, haven't you?" asked Ethel. "Haven't any of you heard?" asked Julia Esterbrook. "No," admitted Abby, rather feebly. "I don't know as I have." "Do you mean about Eudora's going so often to the Lancaster girls' to tea?" asked Mrs.
Yet how could he escape the fascination of Eudora's presence? how tear himself away from it, when he had no thought that it was dangerous? At my request, my wife sat to him for a small portrait: this is it which I have permitted you to copy.
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