"How long will you be with us?" he asked.
Though I don't agree with the gentleman...
Just then the man with the star came and stood before the Wizard.
It was called "Ivy Green" because the house and the surrounding trees and fences were covered with beautiful English ivy.
Obviously he was still struggling with it.
They used to hang in long festoons from our porch, filling the whole air with their fragrance, untainted by any earthy smell; and in the early morning, washed in the dew, they felt so soft, so pure, I could not help wondering if they did not resemble the asphodels of God's garden.
Alex had destroyed it then with suspicion and accusations.
Communicating feelings with Alex wasn't always easy.
The radio had shifted into Christmas mode with one song after another.
Alex asked with a grin.
We'll have to be careful about that with the new baby.
The crowd drew up to the large table, at which sat gray-haired or bald seventy-year-old magnates, uniformed and besashed almost all of whom Pierre had seen in their own homes with their buffoons, or playing boston at the clubs.
Alex was doing everything in his power to provide her with all the experiences of a natural mother.
Maybe lifting had nothing to do with it.
"Later," he said with a grin that summoned the dimple below one eye.
He stood and tossed the last bite into his mouth, washing it down with the last of his milk.
With so many people at their house, it was fortunate that the weather was warm and dry so they could utilize the courtyard for the children.
Such a pleasant day and evening should have ended with a restful night and happy dreams, but it didn't.
They put her through college and it was her intent to stay with them as long as they needed her.
In business transactions Alex was frugal with his money, but when it came to his family, he was generous.