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"Why don't you go out back of the house? It's real pretty a view over the river," she said. "I guess I'll go out here," replied Rebecca. She had a purpose: to watch for the absent girl. Presently Rebecca came hustling into the house through the sitting-room, into the kitchen where Mrs. Dent was cooking. "That rose-bush!" she gasped. Mrs. Dent turned and faced her. "What of it?" "It's a-blowing."
He would think, if I told him, that it was a symptom of mental derangement that some German shell had left a permanent dent in my brain." "Perhaps. Yet I am not sure that you understand your father. I think he is more like you than you fancy; that if you once pierced his reserve, you would find him a sentimentalist at heart. There is your office," she added, "but you must not get out now.
She frowned in perplexity. "I think I don't quite understand." "I mean I haven't enlisted yet." "But your commission?" she urged. "I have no commission, Miss Dent." "Not any commission!" she said blankly. In site of himself, he laughed at her tone. "Certainly not. I am going as a soldier." She sat staring at him in thoughtful silence. "But you are a gentleman," she said slowly at length.
The Chancery Barrister, who had happily reached the bottom, walked round by a more accessible path, and nothing further either from Horace or Virgil occurred to him for more than an hour. Perhaps the difference in the weather had something to do with it, but we found the Dent du Jaman not nearly so difficult to climb as the Roches de Naye.
He was in no mood for his companion's idle chatter, and resented the firm grip he had taken of his arm. "Then it ain't true what I heard," said Isaac Dent. "You're down on your luck, and a bit crusty; and you wouldn't be that ef the news were true." "What news?" said Will "I'm tired, and that's the truth, Dent. I want to turn in early; for most like I'll be on the briny ocean this time to-morrow."
It was not, however, so saturnine a pride! she laughed continually; her laugh was satirical, and so was the habitual expression of her arched and haughty lip. Genius is said to be self-conscious. I cannot tell whether Miss Ingram was a genius, but she was self-conscious remarkably self-conscious indeed. She entered into a discourse on botany with the gentle Mrs. Dent. It seemed Mrs.
Rebecca stared at the door, waiting for it to open. "Where is she?" she asked presently. "I guess she's stopped to take off her hat in the entry," suggested Mrs. Dent. Rebecca waited. "Why don't she come? It can't take her all this time to take off her hat." For answer Mrs. Dent rose with a stiff jerk and threw open the door. "Agnes!" she called. "Agnes!" Then she turned and eyed Rebecca.
Meredith more gratefully noticed this. And she watched closely and discovered with relief that Pansy did not once glance at her with uneasiness or for approval. The mother looked at Dent with eyes growing dim. "She will never seem to be the wife of my son," she said, "but she will make her children look like his children."
I rode down to Dent; we rode down to the place and did what there was to be done. Miller I never wanted to see again. "But I did. Some three weeks later a carrier came to me with a note a penciled scrawl upon a torn piece of paper. It read: "'I think I am dying. Can you come see me? "I went down right away. He was dead.
My ejaculation made Mr Solomon look completely changed, for, as I glanced back at him, I could see that there was a twinkle in his eyes and a little dent or two about the corners of his lips, but as he saw me looking wonderingly at him he became cold and stern of aspect again. "Well," he said shortly, "will that do?" "Do, sir!" I cried excitedly; "is this your garden?"
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