Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
His host going to the window when breakfast is at an end, Geoffrey follows him; and both look out upon the little garden before them that is so carefully and lovingly tended. He tells Mona she is very welcome, and, still holding her hand, draws her over to the fire, and moves a big arm-chair in front of it, in which he ensconces her, bidding her warm herself, and make herself (as he says with a kindly smile that has still kinder meaning in it) "quite at home." There is a pause. In shrinking doubt she awaits the moment that shall make him take advantage of her words. But that moment never comes. In vain she waits. At length she lifts her eyes, and he, flinging the parchment at her feet, cries, roughly,—.
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
Step into the world of teaching at Guest Teacher Vacancy Motihari and embark on a fulfilling journey of knowledge dissemination. Experience the joy of imparting wisdom to eager learners. Don't miss this chance to be a part of our esteemed team!I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
Unleash a world of top-rated mobile applications tailored to Indian users at Apps on Google Play8.756.334! From productivity tools to entertainment apps, find everything you need to enhance your digital experience.
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
"A strange girl, I thought, but very pretty. Yes—was it English she talked?" "Why not? You will go there, perhaps when you are married." Mona obeys, feeling no shrinking from the kindly stout lady who is evidently bent on being "all things" to her. It does occur, perhaps, to her laughter-loving mind that there is a paucity of nose about the duchess, and a rather large amount of "too, too solid flesh;" but she smothers all such iniquitous reflections, and commences to talk with her gayly and naturally. At this moment one of the pigeons—a small, pretty thing, bronze-tinged—flies to her, and, resting on her shoulder, makes a tender cooing sound, and picks at her cheek reproachfully, as though imploring more corn..
298 people found this
review helpful