Daisy in the Field by Elizabeth Wetherell
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inch of him; self- respecting, self-dependent, having a sturdy
mind of his own; but wise also to bide his time; strong to wait and endure; modest, to receive from others all they could give him of aid and counsel. But the honest, keen, kindly eyes won my heart. The evening was very lively. There were a great many people to see and talk to, whom it was pleasant to hear. Dr. Sandford, I always knew was a favourite; but it seemed to me this evening that our party was thronged. Indeed I had little chance and less time to look for Mr. Thorold; and the little I could use availed me nothing. I was sure he was not there; for he certainly would have seen me. And what then? It would not have been agreeable. I began to think with myself that I was somewhat inconsistent. It was not till I got home that I thought this, however. I had no time for private reflections till then. When we reached home, Mrs. Sandford was in a talkative mood; the doctor very silent. "And what do you think of General Scott, Daisy? you have not seen him before." "I do not know," I said. "I did not hear him, talk." "You have not heard Mr. Lincoln talk, have you?" "No, certainly not; not before to night." |
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