She was not elegantly dressed, but a noble-looking woman, and the girls thought
the gray cloak and unfashionable bonnet covered the most splendid mother in the world.
Perhaps," he thought
, "my body is growing stronger.
I could say so much more about this, so much more about George, if I might only give my thoughts
and my pen their own way; but I must leave Miss Garth (at her own special request) a blank space to fill up on the last page of this letter; and I must only add one word more before I say good-by -- a word to warn you that I have another surprise in store, which I am keeping in reserve until we meet.
I am carried away to them continually in my sleep, and often in the midst of work, and even of speech, the thought
of them is borne in on me as if they were in need and trouble, which yet is dark to me.
Say, rather, that he has not thought
at all upon serious subjects, which I believe to be a good deal the case.
Now he, the son, dying, had in his mind no thought
of people, but of this land and of stock and of things.
But, Angel," she pleaded, enlarging her eyes in calm unconcern upon him, "it was thought
of entirely on your account--to set you free without the scandal of the divorce that I thought
you would have to get.
So I thought
it a good opportunity to hint to Richard that if he were sometimes a little careless of himself, I was very sure he never meant to be careless of Ada, and that it was a part of his affectionate consideration for her not to slight the importance of a step that might influence both their lives.
MacAndrew at last, "things aren't so bad as I thought
And not only the form of edifices, but the sites selected for them, revealed the thought
which they represented, according as the symbol to be expressed was graceful or grave.
Graves replied in a tone which the widower thought
too authoritative for the occasion.
She had contracted two faint lines between her eyebrows, not from anxiety but from thought
, and it was quite evident that all the feminine instincts of pleasing, soothing, and charming were crossed by others in no way peculiar to her sex.
Mary was his favorite child, and whatever Susan might say, and right as she was on all other subjects, Caleb thought
it natural that Fred or any one else should think Mary more lovable than other girls.
For its inception was yours, and in your more ambitious days you thought
to write the tale of the little white bird yourself.
She was happy at the thought
of returning to work, classes and Redmond friends.