Miss Marjori-banks. by the author of 'Salem chapel'. (Chronicles of Carlingford).

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Page 14 - I've a great objection to any one making a sacrifice for me " "But, oh, pupa, it would be no sacrifice," said Lucilla, "if you would only let me be a comfort to you ! " " That is just where it is, my dear...
Page 14 - You see," said Dr. Marjoribanks, trying to soften matters a little, "a man is what his habits make him; and I have been used to be left a great deal to myself. It answers in some cases, but I doubt if it would answer with me.
Page 4 - Pleasant that somebody had said that such a face might ripen into beauty, and become " grandiose," for anything anybody could tell. Miss Marjoribanks was not vain ; but the word had taken possession of her imagination, as was natural, and solaced her much when she made the painful discovery that her gloves were half a number larger, and her shoes a hairbreadth broader than those of any of her companions ; but the hands and the feet were both perfectly well shaped; and being at the same time well...
Page 9 - ... firelight, tea set on the table, and Lucilla crying by the fire, in her new crape, the effect upon a temper by no means perfect may be imagined. The unfortunate man threw both the windows wide open and rang the bell violently, and gave instant orders for the removal of the unnecessary fire and the teaservice. " Let me know when dinner is ready...
Page 8 - ... doctor of Carlingford had patients to think of, — the very heaviness of his thoughts gave warmth to his indignation. He had longed for the quiet and the coolness and the solitude of his library, apart from everybody; and when he found it radiant with firelight, tea set on the table, and Lucilla crying by the fire in her new crape, the effect upon a temper by no means perfect may be imagined. The unfortunate man threw both the windows...
Page 5 - ... admiration of her companions, but to her own despair, for there was no knowing what to do with those short but ponderous locks. These were the external characteristics of the girl who was going home to be a comfort to her widowed father, and meant to sacrifice herself to his happiness. In the course of her rapid journey she had already settled upon everything that had to be done ; or rather, to speak more truly, had rehearsed everything according to the habit already acquired by a quick mind...
Page 12 - she exclaimed with fervor, raising to him her tear-stained face, and clasping her fair plump hands, " oh, don't send me away ! I was only a silly girl the other day, but this has made me a woman. Though I can never, never hope to take dear mamma's place, and be — all — that she was to you, still I feel I can be a comfort to you if you will let me. You shall not see me cry any more," cried Lucilla with energy, rubbing away her tears.
Page 245 - It was the custom of good society in Carlingford, to give a respectful assent, for example, to Mr. Bury's extreme Low Churchism — as if it were profane, as it certainly was not respectable, to differ from the Rector — and to give him as wide a field as possible for his missionary operations by keeping out of the way. But Mr. Beverley had not the least regard for respectability, nor...
Page 214 - Nor I," said the Doctor, with a quiet laugh ; and he could not help thinking it would be good sport to see Cavendish come into the drawing-room all by himself without any support, and make his appearance before Miss Marjoribanks, and do his best to be agreeable, with an awful consciousness of his bad behaviour, and nobody sufficiently benevolent to help him out. The Doctor thought it would serve him right, but yet he was not sufficiently irritated nor sufficiently sympathetic to lose any of the humour...
Page 257 - I have a great deal to do too," she said; "and then all my spare moments I am working at my design. Papa always says that society accepts artists for what they can give, and does not expect them to sacrifice their time," Eose continued, with her little air of dignity.

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