A Tale of Red Pekin
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lve now, and I feel quite grown up, that is because I am older than any of the others. Most people call me prim and old-fashioned, but mother says I am her right hand.
yes, and rings of dark hair all over her head; but somehow she does not look like other children. She smiles, and yet she has a solemn look: that rapt look that the cherubs have, like pictures of the Blessed Lord Himself when He was a little child. Father says so sometimes, but mother does not like
not Christians do, and even the others-well, it is just the very hardest thing in the world for them to have the bandages taken off their feet,
a bit the same as it is in England-they have to go through such dreadful persecution if they become Christians; they have to give up everythin
ke us much, but father and mother were so kind, and did so much for them when they were sick, t
e has such a beautiful expression. I have not seen many men, and I do not know exactly whether he is what people call a handsome man, I rather think not, but it is when he is healing the
then there is General Havelock, and Sir Henry Lawrence, and a host of others. But Uncle does not look like father, and he does not speak much; you know what he is by his life more than by what he says. He has only one child, her name is Nina-Nina is three years older than I-she is my bosom friend. I never in my life saw anyone so wonderful
ce they have been in Wei-hai-wei, which is about one hundred miles from this place; but our love for each other grew up mushroom-like in a few hours. She says she cares for me m
dreadfully cruel things the Chinese had done. She overheard a conversation between Uncle Lawrence and Colonel Taylor. Uncle Lawrence was talking of the risk of be
ed to me," said the Colonel, sternly, and he
l their dearest and die, rather than fall into the hands of the Chinese. But father-well, father has such a strong, beautiful faith, he does not blame those who would do this, but for himself and for us-I know how he loves us-there were tears in his eyes as he spoke; still, he said he would not feel justified
for they often take me into their confidence, and that is why I am so old for my years, I exp
old-fashioned grey stone house, shadows slanting over the lawn, and underneath the trees you were standing, the only young thing there, shading your eyes with your pretty hands; you were very much like our St. Cecilia, and I saw in a moment, beyond the mere beauty of your face, the Divine touch th
ly clasping his arm with both her hand
ved me-Boxers are like devils possessed, and, i
m like this before: his faith had always been
us, oh! my dear husband, I would not have had it any different. God has been so good to us: we have been so happy, so happy together, there is nothing to regret; it was all orde
l indeed who faints in the day of adversity. God remains; He is over all, arranging every step of the way, and I can leave even you in peace now with this thought." And then I heard fathe
eadful news that must be to make father l
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