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Austin, Jane G. (Jane Goodwin), 1831-1894 [1869], Cipher: a romance. (Sheldon and Company, New York) [word count] [eaf451T]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
With slight notice of his sister or the rest, Fergus passed into the other “When are you going home, I wonder?” “To Bonniemeer?” “Yes, I am tired of stumbling over that mooning Percy every time I come Neria placed her cool hand upon his. “Dear Fergus,” said she, “cannot you make your circle of tolerance a little “I cannot flatter myself that my words are so important,” said Fergus, sullenly. “You wrong yourself and us in saying so; us, by doubting our love and “Others are not like you, Neria,” said the young man, in a softer tone. “All here are like me in caring for you, Fergus.” “How much does Francia care, when she encourages that profligate fellow, Neria looked troubled, but presently answered cheerily, “Franc is so charming and so much admired, that we must be reconciled
“Some women's spring-time has all the freshness of her's without its crudeness,” “But not the rich and glowing promise,” returned Neria, half sadly. “See, “That is a pity—for Francia.” “Now, Fergus, don't be cross with the poor child. You have not been kind “Because she has allowed Chilton to haunt her like her shadow.” “To be unkind to her yourself, is only to make his courtesies seem the more Francia approached with a nervous smile upon her flushed face. “I thought Mr. Percy was here,” said she to Neria, but glancing timidly at “He went away a few moments ago. Sit down, dear, and sing us that little Francia seated herself, played a simple prelude with faltering fingers, and With an expressive glance at Fergus, Neria went into the other room, and Fergus hesitated a moment, and then followed Francia, who crouched sobbing “Franc!” said he, softly, as he seated himself beside her. No answer. “Don't cry, Francia. I'm not angry.” “But you will be.” “No, I won't. I suppose you couldn't help his coming.” “N-o-o.” “But you need not have let him whisper in your ear.” A fresh burst of sobs. “O Franc, I wish you would be more womanly; show a little more dignity, “There, I knew you would.” “Would what, child?” “Would scold. And you will be so angry.” “No, but I am not angry, and not going to be, only sorry. I love my little “I don't think you have loved me very much this last month,” murmured “It is because I love you so well that I have been sorry to see you—well, I “Yes.” “Well, I never thought you didn't love me, so you see I was the wiser of the
Lived happy all their lives, isn't it?”He put his arm round her as he spoke, and drew her close to his side, but “O, Fergus, Fergus!” cried she. “Why did you not tell me sooner? Fergus started to his feet, and looked down with terrible eyes upon the fair “I would not have believed,” said he, at last, “that you could sink so low. He left the room, the house, without another word; and Francia, sinking upon So Neria found her an hour later when Vaughn, the last of the guests, had “I have something to say to you to-morrow. Will you ride with me at “Yes, Sieur.”
Austin, Jane G. (Jane Goodwin), 1831-1894 [1869], Cipher: a romance. (Sheldon and Company, New York) [word count] [eaf451T]. |