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Stoddard, Elizabeth Drew Barstow, 1823-1902 [1865], Two Men: a novel (Bunce and Huntington, New York) [word count] [eaf698T]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
The Langs made no second appearance at the cotillon “Good-evening to you,” said Parke. “Good-evening,” she answered, intent on keeping the “Are your daughters at home?” “Yes, sir. Here, Clarice, Charlotte.” And she retreated,
“I called,” said Parke, in a polite voice, “to inquire “None at all,” replied Clarice; “we decline going.” She turned away abruptly, and vanished, but Charlotte “You left the party to come so far to inquire?” she “It was my business, as manager, to do so.” “You are very kind, sir.” “You could not enjoy yourself much the other evening, “Oh, no!” she answered, plaintively, moving forward, He shivered at the sudden sight so palpably, that, to “Excuse me for keeping you.” But, instead of making “Oh yes! something.” And he advanced a step. His “No,” she repeated, “there is nothing of the South The thought of Philippa flashed into his mind. “I have a cousin from the South.” “I saw her,” she said, disdainfully. “I must go; I shall be missed. Good-by.” “Did you ride up here?” she asked, discovering the
“Yes. Do you like to ride?” “Very much.” “Some time will you ride with me?” “Oh yes!” And she clapped her hands with delight. “You will see me soon, then; good-night.” “Why did you stand and palaver with that young “Why Clarice!” “He would not come by daylight.” “Yet you called him daring.” Mrs. Lang closed the hymn-book she had been reading, “It is of no use,” she said, “for you to fret each other; “The best!” said Clarice, with contempt. “Alive or dead, you will stay in this place. Make a “Mother,” asked Clarice, “you had a white husband.” “Who tole you so?” she answered, with an indescribable “I asked you,” screamed Clarice. “I brought you into the world, you are my chil'n— “That's the curse of it.” “Devil's brat,” cried her mother, “your father will Charlotte, who had not uttered a word during the “What's that for?” her mother asked.
“We are all of a color now.” Mrs. Lang shrieked with laughter. “She beat you, Charlotte unbraided her long hair, which, in the firelight, She carefully set up the firebrands against the jambs,
Stoddard, Elizabeth Drew Barstow, 1823-1902 [1865], Two Men: a novel (Bunce and Huntington, New York) [word count] [eaf698T]. |