Sandra Belloni (originally Emilia in England) - Complete

from flower-bed to flower-bed in broad garden hats that were, as an occasional light glance flung at a window-pane assured Adela, becoming. Sunshine had burst on them suddenly, and there was no

tic instinct prompted her half-jaunty manner of leaning against the sunny corner of the house where the Chinese honeysuckle climb

the keen of eye. Yet, critical as was this lady, she ackn

he brain, much of the impression departs but what remains is powerful, and fine-nerved. Woman is especially subject to it. A girl may put on her brother's boots, and they will not affect her spirit strongly; but as soon as she puts on her brother's hat, she gives him a manly nod. The same philoso

her belt. And I maintain that she had no sense at all of acting Spanish prince disguised as page. Nor had she an idea that she was making her friend Wilfrid's heart perform to her lightest words and actions, like

was shavi

ies," cried Emilia. "Why

ring the case, said: "Now this is nice of you. I like you to love daisies and wish to protect them. They

e incident a topic. "You know how greatly our Emilia rejoices us when she shows sentiment, a

s," said Mr. Barrett, while they walked forth

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t back, and her name was in i

my opinion i

, I must admit. The point to be considered is, whether friction demands a perfectly smooth surface. Undoubtedly a scientific work does, and a philosophical treatise should.

ng over her argument. "Well, I must

r imagination is unpractised, and asks to be fed with a

is it not m

inst the Puritan element,

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family-an exploring adventurer; whereas to a Frenchman it all comes inherited like a well filled purse. The audacity of the French mind, and the French habit of quick social intercourse, have made them nationally far richer in language. Let me add, individually as much poorer. Read their stereotyped descriptions. They all say the same things. They have one big Gallic trumpet. Wonderfully eloquent: we feel that: but the person does not speak. And now, you will be surprised to learn that, notwithstanding what I have said, I should still side with Mr. Runningbrook's fair critic, rather than with him. The reason is, that the necessity to write as he does is so

d her to say: "You give me new views": while all her reflections sounded

of the new views, kept her from combating ce

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The melancholy of his words threw a somber hue about him, and she began to think with mourn

ding with Wilfrid and Emilia on the lawn

on the line of march. Jokes plumped deep into the ribs, and were answered with intelligent vivacity in the shape of hearty thwacks, delivered wherever a surface was favourable: a mode of repartee worthy of general adoption, inasmuch as it can be passed on, and so with certainty made to strike your neighbour as forcibly as yourself: of which felicity of propagation verbal wit cannot always boast. In the line of procession, the hat of a m

ng host, drum and all, for the audacity of the trespass, and then to have fed them liberally, as a return for the complime

s who were ranged behind their mistresses. "'Hem! we must lo

at the nerve-searching discord, said: "Wh

ry. Different in town; but we-a-say nothing in the country. We must encourage respect for the gentry,

ous agitation into which the drum was throwing him, he assumed an air of repose, and sai

call it! with their right-left; right-left. Ha! ha! You've seen better. No need to tell me that. But, in England, we look to the meaning of things. We're a practical people. What's more, we're vo

backed by them, sir

nt industry backing rank and wealth! That

d out largely, as if filled b

rish and bang whereat Sound, as if kn

a background of grins, that were oddly intermi

e, the spokesman, and every man present, knew they had taken a liberty in coming upon Squir

ts from the di

e among them: and if nobody gave him a welcome last year, t

and c

liked nothing better than to see him enjoy his holiday. As why shouldn't he en

the part of the new d

to put it boldly, whether a man

bookworm to rearward: but no Scot being p

: the Junction Club of Ipley and Hillford. What did Junction mean? Junction me

eyes smilingly, but she wa

mony" right and left, until, coming on a sentence that sounded in his ears like the close of his speech, he stared ahead, with a dim idea that he had missed a point. "Bundle o' sticks," lustily shouted, revived his apprehension; but the sole effect was to make him look on the ground and lift his hat on the point of a perplexed finger. He could not conceive how the bundle of sticks was to be brought in now; or what to say concerning them. Union and Harmony:-what more could be said? Mr. Tom B

Barrett had not spoken. "You mean everything when you say 'Union,' and you're quite right not to

. "We've the fists: we'v

d him why he had confused the poor peo

e already quieter. They are reflecting on what it signifies, and will b

marked with pain that his own

ee them, and sorry he had not ale enough on the premises to regale every man of them. Clubs were great institutions. One fist was stronger than a

ign of his support, heaven heard the gratitude of the good fellows. The drum awoke from its torp

" Emilia murmured, clen

he front, and became a unit once more. There were flourishes that indicated a termination of the proceedings, when another fellow was propelled in advance, and

m Jim's eyes were fastened. Stepping near

rfect knowledge that he took a liberty, was, that the young lady had promised, while stay

iss," mumbled Jim, "and they're all right

ot a few of the gestic

ng to them. I remember it quite wel

lcomed her words, and Jim

go to the wrong set: and that their booth was on Ipley Common: and that they, the Junction Club, only would

him to perform. The drum, in the noble belief that it was leading, announced the return march, and